Seashells
Mom, me, and the seashells
Published in
Apr 4, 2021
Floating Sun was having fun
Frothy waves lacing the shore
I trailed my mom, gracing her path
Golden sand crushing under me
My footprints deeply sinking down
Tracing everywhere hunting shells
White and creamy, grey and browny
Virtue expressed in all its forms
Greedy I was in not leaving any
Cradling all on to my frock
Clanging loudly as I scurry
Stumbling upon the stone that stood
Felling my luck on to the ground
Feeling the warmth on bracing her breath
Panting swiftly with my name
Kissing me long she did freeze
Until my smiles reflecting hers
Scattered shells gathering her memories
Mother is the only dearest soul
Ever on this earth and ever would be!
