For that girl who once walked the shorelines.

 

A girl took a solitary walk

along the seashores of

a distant land.

And as she walked

she trudged to where 

the waves

came up to her bare feet.

As the waves gently splashed onto the brown sands

They left pretty bubbles on the hemline

and over her feet.

She thought about how the waters added

a touch of nostalgia

as they wet the sands in part.

Without a care

for the barefoot girl

who walked

alone

under the evening sun.

When the Sun came up or when it went down

Or when the waves were calm

or disgruntled

The sands never shook

under their mighty tirades 

Not when the tides were high or even low

They remained steadfast

as they were from days now gone

and will remain the same

for days to come.

-shobana-

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There's an Angel Watching Over Me

 

There's an angel

watching over me

With her wings

gently enfolding me

She guides me

Playing music on her lark

she sings to me

and fills me with happiness

Her heavenly presence strengthens me

as I walk through the corridors of uncertainty

There's an angel

watching over me

For surely as the rising sun brightens the world

She uplifts me

to heavenly glory.

-shobana-

On Shobana's Musings today: Wishing Things Were Different

https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2026/09/wishing-things-were-different.html

Plus a Review from a Kind Soul in the UK

Angels do come in different guises

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I think about him

 

I think about him

On days cold

when the North wind blows

when I feel the chill

the calling from another land.

Was it you?

He smiled through

the dark days

He was Mama's boy

Lovable and Generous

He gave without thinking.

It's easy to make money

he told me many times

But to hold the hands of

a loved one

the clock ticks

as if to say

Not always will that

hand be there to clasp yours tightly

someday you will have to let go.

Your time or mine

is limited.

We hold each other

for a measure of time

accounted for.

I now recall his songs

and wonder

do you have one of yours

I can share the music

and hope the words fill your soul

wherever you are.

You were the dreamer

and so am I

wishing for the time we had together

to come back

to fill our lives 

with laughter.

Once more.

For Des.

-shobana-

On Shobana's Musings: Finding the Right Words

https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2026/09/finding-right-words.html

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