Sea Glass Poem by Lizzy Scott

Walking along the beach
Collecting sea glass with you.
Looking into your eyes,
So deep, so calm, so blue

Into a glass jar these pieces go
Gently placing them inside
With the memories we both know.

The sharp ones which are plentiful
Mean hard times we’ve endured
They cut so deeply,
They snag and catch like a lure.

Be weary as you touch these ones,
They’re demons in disguise
If you pull away faster then should be,
They can cause more harm than needed,
They will bother you to cry.

The round pink ones are the good times,
They’re weathered, soft to touch,
We linger in placing these in the jar,
These we appreciate so much.

The small red ones are bits of love,
When our feelings show so true,
When life is like an endless dream
When we don’t hesitate to say I love you.

It takes years to get these tiny gems,
The hurtful ones, the fond memories and love so true.
This bottle of sea glass is our life,
Every shape and color, a cue.

Like a book of years together
Of memories galore
But a book only you and I can read
As this glass jar gets filled more.