by Mari McKee
A poem about the delight and wonder of a child on her first beach visit
Her upturned nose kissed by the sun,,
sand between her tiny toes,
hair wildly tossed by ocean winds,
giggling with glee, into the surf she goes.
Enchanting laughter from the tickling
of bubbles as the tides charge the beach,
chubby small legs run back and forth,
making certain the sea water can reach.
For such wonders hitherto unknown,
she claps tiny hands with childish delight,
watching ocean birds dive for fish,
waving to them as they take flight.
Finding the Queen’s Crown Jewels,
she picks up fragments of shells,
compelled to share with all,
her excitement is not to be quelled.
A wisp of sweet melancholy,
a nostalgic déjà vu fills me,
for my own childhood lost,
for all that will never again be.