REMEMBERING
Sitting by a sand dune close to the wild tossing sea,
And many happy memories came flooding back to me,
Every crash of the waves as they came closer to the shore
Took me back to when I was a small child once more.
I could hear my father laughing as we hung onto a kite,
As it became smaller until it was almost out of sight,
The salt spray splashing on my smiling young face,
As with my mom along the firm wet sand we’d race.
Sitting in a deck chair soaking up the nice warm sun,
Building sand castles ready for a sea battle I never won,
Yes, memories came flooding back to when I was small,
And to the time when my own children were not very tall.
The sound of that tossing sea awakens in my heart
Memories of yesteryears and then my mind does start
To imagine way back to when I was so very young,
And nothing in this wonderful world ever went wrong.
Now I see my grandchildren making castles in the sand,
By a different ocean and in another distant far off land,
But the waves still wildly toss as they gallop to the shore,
Oh, to be a young child again building castles once more.
I did build a castle but the feeling was not quite the same,
For when I was small I thought I’d win my battle game,
But now I’m older and wiser, know the sea will always win,
So that once young determination has now died deep within.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 3, 2003