memories

she loved to play

in the sand

the hot sand

then dip and swim in the

blue

a girl of 7

with her dad

on coloured towels

of blue and white

her mothers colours

white and pink

hed take her out

piggy pack

into the deep blue waves

he held her safe

told her not be afraid

there they would dip into the waves

so sure she would not fall

they never knew a better time

her dad and her

in that white frothy squall

the chips and fish from beachside

corner cafe

she would go and get

the paper wrapping food ooh

so deliciously wringing wet

from her wet hair and oil

seeping through the salt would smell

what delicious memories she can go to

of this her precious times

of holidays past

they comfort her in her mind

when lonely times

she herself  may find

so all my memories i can go to

i dont even need a picture frame

they are there

safe within my

old and rattly brain

and no one can take

them and delete

they are on the  live button

in my head but sadly no repeat

Reviews

[Nathan Spark]

I feel this. You have written a moving piece ... thank you!