Why can't we
just forget
the bad memories,
photographed,
and ingrained
into our eyes?

Those lifeboats,
are never around
and the kicking
of little paddles
in their plastic
formation
of characters
in the circle
of protection
Happier
excitement
of a child splashing
swimming with glee
and happily....
Dad watches
from the sea
as we ride
those
turbulent
waves
and claps
as we
glide
like
a feather
to the shore
Happily
ever after.

But the gasping
of larger,
sea salt and
barely emerge
to breathe
tunneling
of body
in 360
of motions
as another wave
like an avalanche
never ceases
to be.

Emerging to the shore.....
Dad wraps me in a towel.
Focused on his radio....