Magical Beach

Watching . . . an unknown family –

A fishing line . . . drifting in the surf –

A little boy . . . body surfing –

A little girl . . . dreaming –

Mother absorbed in a romance novel –

Father watching the swirling kite –

shading his eyes from a bright sun,

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Me, sipping wine on my 8^th floor balcony –

watching. . . remembering. . .

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a little boy holding a dead soft-shell crab –

far from his body. . . grimacing –

a little girl digging for sand-crabs –

her yellow shovel and red pail by her side.

All of us walking to the general store,

climbing a windmill, playing miniature golf,

after a bucket of crab legs and a bluefish caught. . .

by the little boy. . . not Dad.

Dad’s bluefish swimming off with his brand-new fishing pole!

We know that family on that beach

It was ours many, many years ago

We know them well. . .so,

We gift them all God’s happiness

As they gather. . .

their memories.

May they too be blessed.

Published by rkcdlitt