the same

a limp, an ache,
a blur
of sight or memory
takes place.
you think differently
about tomorrow,
dwell
sadly or fondly
upon the past.
your parents are shells
with no
answers. whispering,
when held to your ear.
they have
whitened like
bones on a beach.
you move forward though,
without them soon.
nothing has changed,
everything
has changed.
it's the same beach,
you are the same
person
you were when they were
young, when
you were young,
when they held your
hand
as you waded forward
into the first bright
wave.