Yesterday, a child
came to me,
quiet, shy,
reddish brown hair,
tanned cheeks
and tiny bare feet.
She held out her hand.
In it was a sand crab
she had dug up
from a bubbling air hole
in the sand.
We ran together
leaving miles of footprints
in the wet sand
and the salty waves
playfully splashed
against our ankles
and knees.
We smiled at the sun.
I heard her laughter
in the wind.
Suddenly,
the child disappeared
within folds
of crashing,
angry waves.
I looked back
to find our footprints,
but they were
washed away.
Only briefly
did she reappear
in the springtime
to remind me
of her laughter.
Today, a child
came to me,
quiet, shy,
reddish brown hair,
tanned cheeks
and tiny bare feet.
She held out her hand.
In it was her heart
she had dug up
from a bubbling air hole
in the sand.
We ran together
leaving miles of footprints
in the wet sand
and the salty waves
playfully splashed
against our ankles
and knees.
We smiled at the sun.
I heard her laughter
in the wind.
I laughed too
knowing
I would always be her.
Author Bio:
I spontaneously started writing poetry at the start of a long journey to emotional and spiritual healing many years ago. Blank sheets of paper were perfect canvases to catch the words that poured from my soul. Ink recorded my voice, which had been silenced. So very thankful my prayers for restoration were heard and answered by God. I am a pastoral counselor, online and at my office in Florida, helping others start and continue their healing journeys, author of two books and a publisher, Big Footprint Books.
came to me,
quiet, shy,
reddish brown hair,
tanned cheeks
and tiny bare feet.
She held out her hand.
In it was a sand crab
she had dug up
from a bubbling air hole
in the sand.
We ran together
leaving miles of footprints
in the wet sand
and the salty waves
playfully splashed
against our ankles
and knees.
We smiled at the sun.
I heard her laughter
in the wind.
Suddenly,
the child disappeared
within folds
of crashing,
angry waves.
I looked back
to find our footprints,
but they were
washed away.
Only briefly
did she reappear
in the springtime
to remind me
of her laughter.
Today, a child
came to me,
quiet, shy,
reddish brown hair,
tanned cheeks
and tiny bare feet.
She held out her hand.
In it was her heart
she had dug up
from a bubbling air hole
in the sand.
We ran together
leaving miles of footprints
in the wet sand
and the salty waves
playfully splashed
against our ankles
and knees.
We smiled at the sun.
I heard her laughter
in the wind.
I laughed too
knowing
I would always be her.
Author Bio:
I spontaneously started writing poetry at the start of a long journey to emotional and spiritual healing many years ago. Blank sheets of paper were perfect canvases to catch the words that poured from my soul. Ink recorded my voice, which had been silenced. So very thankful my prayers for restoration were heard and answered by God. I am a pastoral counselor, online and at my office in Florida, helping others start and continue their healing journeys, author of two books and a publisher, Big Footprint Books.
RSS Feed