Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2012
In random moments
I whisper to myself to remember.

Remember this.

Sunlight glaring off ocean waves.
Wind whipping across the sand.
The salty, fishy, clean smell
brown and bubbly white seafoam streaks.
And my toes in sea and land.

Laughter of a little girl,
small fingers dig
building big castles.

*This is where I am supposed to be.
Devon
Written by
Devon
852
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems