By Damien Knight
The sea flows and ebbs, forward and back
The skies glimmer with pinks and reds
My daughter plays in the sand, mouth slack
Her hands thoughtful as she builds her castle
The horizon a boat speeds by waves break
My son runs along the line foot prints in sand
He charges kicks down her castle
“Daddy!” she cries and I take her hand
The sky is purple now, I gather her shovel and bucket
Her pretty strawberry head cries
“You only have eachother,” I scold, “dont forget.”
“Yes sir,” they whimper as we pack our things
The sea which was glistening turquoise earlier
Now reflected the purple black sky
My young ones at heel to the hotel
These are the memories I won’t let pass by
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