In my pink swimsuit,
getting ready for a day
at the beach, I hear

news so confusing.
Suddenly, my mother gone.
I sit down and cry.

My grandpa holds me,
I've only aged seven years.
Heavily sobbing.

My father takes me
later, we go to the beach
anyway, but then

see a waterspout
and a rainbow overhead,
Think of sand dollars.

I know she is safe,
I can feel it in my heart,
suffering no more.