Watching The Tide Poem by Micronjan Ivers

She sits alone upon the shore,
Eyes on waves that dance and roar.
Children laughing, building sand,
Tiny castles crafted by small hands.

Their joy reminds her of long ago,
When her own children ran to and fro.
The sea breeze carries echoes of their cries,
Of sunny days and carefree skies.

Now they've grown and gone their way,
Leaving her with memories that stay.
Yet in the salt and sunlight's gleam,
She smiles softly, lost in a dream.

The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out,
Life moves on, as life moves about.
Still she watches, heart both glad and blue,
A quiet witness to the old and new.