She stands firm on the ocean's edge
With her feet buried in the sand
She watches the waves pour in
Kissing the land
Enamoured by the mystery
The movement on the shore
Wonder is painted on her heart
As she longs for more
Her mother named her "White Wave"
Not knowing one day she would find
A love and passion for the waters
That would bless her soul and her mind
The warmth of the sun
Caresses her skin
As she breathes
She feels Spirit within
Her hope lies not in
What she feels or sees
She looks beyond to
Something more real
She walks to the water
The waves wash her feet
Her journey here with us
Is now complete
* * *
"White Wave"
Go and be free
We will miss you
We will grieve
But your love remains here with us
To grow and bloom
In our hearts, for you
There will always be room.
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note:
Written July 21, 2023
The name Jennifer comes from Welsh name "Gwenhwyfar" which means means "White Wave"
It seems fitting for a woman who loves warm places, ocean beaches and the water found there.
This is the poem I wrote for my sister. She breathes no longer. So many stories circulate as to what or where she is now. But as the song says... I will find her footprints in the sand, I will find her voice in the white waves that lap on the shores of whatever lake or ocean I find myself at. As I post this... it is August 4, Hawaii time... (technically the fifth, but whose keeping track). August 4 is her son's birthday. It's been six and a half years since our tears and my sad poems started because of him. This poem was written three days after her motorcycle accident. The day my big sister died.
