I can only imagine a shingle beach;
stones and pebbles underneath.
The sound they make
around my feet
as waves pull back.
I dare not see
your reality

as the waves came up,
came back,
pulling lives apart.
I can't replay
the images of that day:
A man on the shore-
no more
Children from the train drained away.

Yet somehow
you survived.
Stayed alive.
Stronger than the wave,
saved
by your own strength.
saving your daughter
in the water.
Looking on at life gone.

And when it hits again,
as your grief sweeps in,
roll with it.