Norma

Sara Guizzoti

The air chilled my face
as I stood staring, unblinking.
The ocean mist blends with my tears
while sobs echo the pain.

Independent and strong,
recalling days of warm sunshine
I remember my grandmother’s laughter,
the way she use to smile, claiming the jackpot
from her sons at poker night.

Cigarettes,

red wine,

this was her legacy:
nonconforming to standards which
she belonged.

I look around.
Seagulls hover, waves crash into rocks.
It is time.

Seeking comfort in my sister’s hand
I watch as the waves engulf her ashes,
blending essence with sea.
Turning away,

it is done.