14th April 2021
Day 14 of NaPoWriMo.
Shells
"What about this one
Grams?"
"Wow, love that.
"Wow, love that.
Put it here, in the bag."
Rosie runs on the beach,
She run's towards me.
"Gram's, I'm cold.
looks for more shells,
forgets,
for a few seconds,
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,
I pick her up, hold her close,
bury my face in her coat.
Can we?
Can we?
I wonder.
Wow, this is most deep.
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Thank you Sandee. The prompt was a photo of shells on a beach. I originally wrote it as a short story.
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So very sad. It will be home again, never quite the same, but home nonetheless.
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