Sand Dollar of Time By: Jim Gandolf

Sand Dollar of Time

By Jim Gandolf 

Poem

©️09142025

The salty air, the crashing waves, a timeless, sun-drenched scene,

My father, brother, and myself, on shores of emerald green.

We walked for miles, a quiet quest, with hopeful eyes aglow,

Searching for a sand dollar, a treasure from the flow.

We sifted shells of every kind, through bits of colored glass,

Each tide would bring new mysteries, as morning sunbeams passed.

We'd race to what we thought we saw, our footprints in the sand,

A perfect, tiny, ocean key, held gently in a hand.

We never found the one we sought, no perfect, fragile prize,

But in the chase, we found something, beneath the azure skies.

A harmony of three hearts linked, by laughter, love, and grace,

Just being there was treasure enough, in that forgotten place.

Now time has turned the tide again, and memories remain,

A silent walk along the coast, a soft and gentle rain.

Though you are gone, my brother, Dad, across the endless sea,

I find a sand dollar in my heart, the moments you two gave me.

Jim Gandolf 

©️09142025