Surviving Cancer While My Daughter Was Being Alienated by My Ex

You will write your own song.
I don't mean to interfere.
Yet there's something to be said
that some may like to hear.
You're the shell that is admired.
You're the souvenir.
I was one of those shells.
Life swept that away.
The world has many broken shells.
It happens every day.
Families torn, people mourn, even strong ties sometimes fray.
The broken shells that are here;
no longer perfect ones.
We won't be taken home,
once vacation's done.
Yet we will keep on churning,
where the ocean meets the land.
When you see us again, we will be the sand.
We all can't be the shell that is admired everyday.
Yet He makes us the sand that let you
walk the beach that day.
So when spraying off your feet
after walking sandy paths,
please remember it's the broken shells
that make children run and laugh.

- Stacy G.