Precious
He held her little soft chubby hand in his
As they walked along the waters edge in the sand
She chatted and giggled continuously
As they strolled hand in hand
The ocean was crystal clear
It shimmered in the suns gentle rays
Activities and sounds of enjoyment abound
On this perfect summers day
He intently watched this precious little being
As she happily played with her bucket and spade
Making a sandcastle with water and shells
Oblivious to all, entranced in her sandcastle crusade
His heavy heart ached as he watched her play
Never had he felt so unsure and alone
How can he tell this happy precious little being
That mummy has gone to heaven and won’t be coming home
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2024
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