Leola Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

The glow of sand beneath her feet,
In flowing white, she walks along the beach.
She senses you in the glint off the ocean.
She feels you in the warmth under her feet.
A familiar scent pleases her senses and she is reminded of the smell of her baby's hair.
She observes you all around her.
She knows you and she feels at ease with you.
She speaks to you in effortless conversation, as a childhood friend.
You are closer than she could have ever imagined.
She is in perfect peace.