A Walk By the Sea

I held her hand on a vacant shore and answered all she asked. I swept her golden hair aside to see blue eyes unmasked. The moon tiptoed so gingerly upon caressing sea, but none the less more beautiful my child, when next to me. She softly sung a lullaby recalling forgotten times, When as a babe I’d cuddle her read stories filled with rhymes. Now her world is growing up, fables left in the dark. And all the world’s humanities are leaving their firm mark. And if the waves would try to wash her dreams away from me, I’d risk my life, my very soul to snatch them from the sea. For when I first laid eyes upon my newborn in my arms, I swore to her upon small ear I’d save her from all harm. Within this peaceful moment now as we walk in moon lit sand, I accept there will come a day when she won’t take my hand. And I must, with all my strength, allow to let her grow. And like sands through hourglass I’ll slowly let her go.