SEASIDE MEMORIES

SEASIDE MEMORIES

I remember Oh so much 

Of the days when he was small

How we would laugh and play

And chase a rolling ball

I see him now as we ran and splashed

Both of us wetting our clothes,

I hear in memory his call

About seaweed between his toes.

Gathering shells to carry home

His hands all covered with sand,

I see the sun on his tousled head

And remember I thought it grand.

The days moved on and changes came,

He is taller now and older,

Those summer days were autumn touched

And I remember feeling colder.

Live moved on and he’s has gone from my life,

But in memory he always will be

The little boy with the sand in his hair

On a day beside the sea.

© Linda J. Vaughan
May 2011