If the sand isn’t already slick with oil, one day I’ll balance you on my hip
as the waves lap at my thighs
and be filled with joy
again, discovering the vastness of
the world
through your eyes
a second sight,
complete
perfection
your father’s fingers entwined with mine
The greatest gift of all. You paint a lovely picture, I imagined myself sitting on the beach watching you playing with your child. A very beautiful poem.