Oceans of Possibilities
Summer comes with the promise of sunlight and opportunities for new adventures and, hopefully, some rest and relaxation. Here's a previously unpublished poem I wrote last summer, after my children and I went on an impromptu day beside the sea. Beach Day Our toes sink in the sand, cool wet ripples washing over them, spraying our faces with salt water in green-blue waves. My daughter rushes into them, face lit with smiles as she plunges in for a swim — fearless, exhilarated. My son digs into the warmth of the sand for shells, "Mama, come play!" he shouts to me, building a moat for our feet to dangle in, joyfully stamping upon it, the thrill of its creation and destruction equally delightful. "Mama, look!" my daughter emerges from the waves, carrying a perfectly rounded shell with a tiny hole in its center. "For a necklace," she says, sharing her treasure. My son lays down beside me, sun beaming bright and hot upon us. "Mama, bury me!...