Said the Waves to the Moon

waning and waxing ~

inconsistently passing ~

dark, then light, my night ~

though I touch your face or not ~

my tides, you’re ever moving


Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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Dedicated to my dad, who holds the record for the worst Valentine’s Day present ever given to me – a stiff, ugly stuffed bear with blood-red, coarse hair – a gift that inexplicably made his little girl’s heart beat faster. I haven’t felt his arms around me or heard his voice since I was a teenager. I still have that bear hidden away in a box, and I still feel his love moving my tides, encouraging me daily to keep going.

22 thoughts on “Said the Waves to the Moon

    1. Thank you, Roger! It was, in part, inspired by your MS. I just sent you an email with my thoughts. I loved the book. It brought back so much of what I went through with my own father. Thank you for sharing it with me!

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      1. It is a wonderful text, Roger. Anyone who has lived through the hell of cancer or lost a loved one to the disease would be particularly moved by it. I will recommend it highly once you get it published! Stay warm…

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