I love it
My children find things
I find things
We explore in the sand and sea weed
Imagination envy... they saw something
I did not, I am too grown up to see the amazing things
that they see.
I keep the stones they give to me
I keep pebbles and driftwood
and blunt shards of white and blue glass
A birds skull
I clean it with bleach when I get home
I hope they keep something too
I hope they keep the stories
and the feeling of being
even when it rains, in fact, especially when it rains.