I found the poem I was looking for

Naww I dont think my dad minds .... besides my 2 girls he has also been able to watch my sisters 3 girls and my sisters grands all 8 of them grow , growing (the grands are still little) at the beach here. I know he is happy with a bit of him here at the beach and rocks. besides me and Dad always had a secret shared between us...this is just another of our secrets
a very special dear one.


Chiefs alter (for Dad a.k.a. “chief”)

My chronicle returns to chiefs alter,

That is bolted to cement-covered starting line of foreshore.

Rambling and saunter the stretches of beach between spaced accesses,

Emerging onto the jetting bouldered destination,

A small tribe gathers to mug up noshing the stash.

Retracing as cool smooth sticky sand cradles my feet.

Climbing back threw warm white powder, that squeals beneath me.

The pack assembles to drench crystal ocean dust away.

Now ashes have been mixed in this dirt and sand.

Here songs are many, waves of far off times splash into my ears.

Brining you granddaughters you’ve yearned to know.

The ocean churns up sparkled seashells at their feet,

Breezes whisper soothing dreams into their souls.

A large tribe gathers to mug up.

Along pointy rocks that poke the oceans side.