Safe And Wet
It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon.
We were still dressed in our Sunday best.
My kids and I had a love affair with the
Golden Gate Park and the Pacific.
It was 43 years ago on a sandy beach.
My daughter was 8; my son was 4.
Our new-born was at home.
Unlike us, he was far too young
to roam like his siblings and me.
With never a thought about Pacific tides,
After church, we went to the ocean.
High upon the rocks, well above the sand,
We had no fear of high tides on the windy shores.
I was not prepared for those tides that came
rushing to the shore, but I instinctively reached
For my little ones. Happily, we were safe but wet.
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