i grasp at grains
holding on
to a fistful of sand
as wave after wave
washes away
the innocence
the giggling
the playing
the screaming
the apathy
the maturity
the regrets
the silence
leaving nothing
but memories
and tears
washed away
Childhood for me like for most was a mixed bag! Lovely until parents passed away and I have had to grow up... The beach my sanctuary!