a poem a day, day two

gracie found this heart shaped sand dollar for me while we walked on the beach, which is poetry to me. i remember handing my dad shells. he liked very smooth shells that he called 'rubbies.' he wanted a shell that he could keep in his pocket all year to remind him of the beach at nag's head.  my sisters and i fought to be the one to find him the perfect rubby. he kept a few on his dresser. i find myself picking up  shells and thinking of dad. and now i am the recipient of shell gifts, and that feels wonderful and sad at the same time.