They are sitting
turned facing away
from a world of water
Small but unforgiving
waves crash at their
backs
They are smiling
laughing even
overwhelmed with joy and
bliss
How is it that they
capture this moment
so completely?
They don't concern themselves with:
sea monsters,
shipwrecks,
or the thousands
of pounds of plastic
littering the oceans
floor
The wind blows soft
and cool
the water feels warm
and their mother
smiles as she wipes
their salt stung eyes
on the borrowed
beach towel.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
They are sitting
turned facing away
from a world of water
Small but unforgiving
waves crash at their
backs
They are smiling
laughing even
overwhelmed with joy and
bliss
How is it that they
capture this moment
so completely?
They don't concern themselves with:
sea monsters,
shipwrecks,
or the thousands
of pounds of plastic
littering the oceans
floor
The wind blows soft
and cool
the water feels warm
and their mother
smiles as she wipes
their salt stung eyes
on the borrowed
beach towel.
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