The ocean reminds me of
my grandfather.
I didn't know him well;
my fondest memory
scattering his ashes
and rose pedals
across the Pacific.
He lived in Santa Cruz,
I lived in Jersey.
Opposite coasts carrying
the same water
the same spirits
so I look out at the sea
and see his hand wave in the ripples.
About the Creator
Reid Christmann
Filmmaker | Designer | Composer | Creator
Work in videography and editing, novice screenwriter branching out into poetry and short stories. Check out my other work at reidchristmann.com
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