Remember, little one?
where the bubbling blue tide
glides out for miles
and smiling trade winds
stir your curls
to wild honey'd whorls
like God's golden shells?
I was young
thriving, alive
diving salt and loving sun
through my skin,
glorying
in high cry of gulls
and as we splashed and giggled
in jeweled tide pools
we skimmed on-a-whim
flat sand dollars
disguised as coined flowers
and lay cradled warm
by sleepy soft sand,
sighing in the sun
of full content
but
you wriggled free
and there you were
happy clapping,
humming in ecstasy
your small perfect body
entranced
dancing
with
your
shadow
surrounded
by the wind
singing
in
the
spiral
of
the
leaves
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