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
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.