Walk With Me
Come walk with me one last time; take me by the hand,
Let both your feet sink deep into the sand.
Listen to the ocean waves roll in with the tide,
Watch the blazing sunset as you stand close by my side.
Hear the seagulls cry out, telling us goodnight.
They’ll be back tomorrow with the early morning light.
Come walk with me one last time, but please don’t cry.
I’m not leaving you; this is not a goodbye.
I’m just going ahead to help prepare your place above.
We will see each other once again, because we’ve shared this love.
It’s been nearly 6 years since my grandma left this world to join her loved ones in the next. I had the honor of sharing my favorite memories of her at the memorial service. I wrote this poem to conclude my time of sharing.
The inspiration came from a vacation I took with Grandma the summer of my 19th birthday. We visited her home town of Rockport, Texas, which is a coastal town. Ever since then, I can’t picture Grandma without the ocean. She loved walking along the beach barefoot, watching the sun as it dipped behind the rolling waves.
As I considered how to best honor my grandma during her service, all I could think of was walking along the beach with her one last time. This is the result of that longing…