Beside the sea she knelt on dampened sand
at water’s edge where jumbled seaweeds sway
close by the spot she last held Cindy’s hand
before tsunami took control that day.
The heap of tangled heartache has no end.
Please let it stop, she prayed, then saw the sky
was red as flames–a warning to extend
to sailors. Please keep him safe. He must not die!
Oh, calm the waters on the raging sea.
Protect his boat as waves rise high and fall.
Give him God Speed and bring him back to me.
Her voice grew dim in roar of summer squall.
Request denied, she wandered on the beach,
her loved ones close in heart–but out of reach.
Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
The ocean can be so beautiful and inviting, yet so cruel!
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Yes. As I rethink this poem, a sonnet sequence might have been a good choice for this one.
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Would not want to experience a tsunami before, during or after, it would be an experience i think one would never forget
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Good to hear from you, Ginger.
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