Trips to the beach
The sand felt like ice cream
On my naked toes
The water splashed
My brown legs
With vicious, furious force
Sea shells coated the shore
Spitting remains of life before
I wondered what stories
They could tell
Bending over I
Examined them carefully
To pick the perfect shell
I could feel the sun
Soaking into my skin
Some little boy
Ran bye having fun
With his sand bucket
Firmly grasped
I watched him as I
Dreamt of my
Lost youth past
Climbing the sand hills
With my prize
Slipping out of my hand
Gulping down tiny white pills
I sunk myself into the silk sand
I felt it’s fingers hold me
Satisfying me
It felt nice
To be held
I longed for touch
I never thought
I asked for too much
I let my eyelids
Meet each other
And it was that moment
I felt part of our world, mother
I was free
I felt my soul rise
Don’t cry for me
Just watch it,
Watch it
Washing me
Away
