Ride to the Blue Shore

Crowded bus, elbows and chatters, Sara on grandma's knee. Baby Shloka hums

little laughter. We're rolling toward the sea. Grandma, sisters,

brothers beside us. Bumps in the road go thud, but we've got a map made

of giggles and hope in every hug. It's bumpy now,

says Grandma True, but keep your eyes on the view. Ride,

ride, ride to the blue. Shh, hush,

hush sings the ocean to you. Sand in our hands, sky in our

shoes. We came for the shore and the shore came too.