14th April 2021

Day 14 of NaPoWriMo.

Shells

“What about this one

 Grams?”
“Wow, love that.

 Put it here, in the bag.”

Rosie runs on the beach,

 looks for more shells,
 forgets,
 for a few seconds, 
to be sad.
Her soft hair 
Wafts in the wind. 
Waves rush in. 
Within me oceans rise up,
to meet them.
With my sleeve, I
Wipe tears from my eyes.
 
Musn’t let her see me cry.
 Only three, not aware. 
The seriousness, 
the sadness, 
the significance, 
of  the morning’s events,
Wash over her.
Just for  these moments, 
 she is free.
She run’s towards me.
“Gram’s, I’m cold. 
Can we go home now?”
I pick her up, hold her close,
 bury  my face in her coat.
Can we?
I wonder.