Kathryn Luchik Digeronimo
I was told along time ago the oceans salty taste was from all the tears people shed on earth. It is only fitting many memories I have of Linda is our trips to the Jersey Shore. A poem I once wrote and gave her a copy years ago:
Every day I meet my love at the beach.
I walk beside her we’re she can be reached.
Some days she’s calm and cold.
Other days she’s rough and bold.
It doesn’t much matter to me.
My love is only the sea.
Love ya Linda,
“Loosechick”

