Just a Someday Thought

One day you'll find this, but don't stress over times we didn't truly miss when childhood joy had its place on a beach as the little ones played within yet beyond our reach and a kiss was more than just that sand and sun as the girls picked, came running, proclaiming when they sat with treasures, bartered, trading, elated it was just a few moments in time but so joyfully allowed, created. They flew with gulls, as if they'd never fall with strong wings, used driftwood to play as pirates, built fragile castles, too tall, swam diving and rising gasping innocently carefree surely you recall in some grasping bragged over, collected shells, at home again, Bath for all washing away salt spray smells. finding, days later, tucked into pails laughter floating on those breezes, images etched into what is so frail.