The waves break gently on shore,
thus quenching the thirst of the land.
Birds soar high above.
They are glad to be alive and so am I.
An innocent voice hails me,
urging me to admire her sand houses.
My little girl sits among her sand structures,
beaming proudly and patiently explaining
her kiddy architecture.
She shows me her future house, one which
she will fortunately share with me.
The explanation of her art goes on,
laying bare her fantasies and wishes.
Finally exhausted, she snuggles into my arms
and I watch her sleep.
Her cherubic face framed with soft curls,
a source of delight, never fails to charm
man or beast.
Later she wakes and gives me a content smile.
A moment later I’m walking
along the sandy beach, with
my little angel skipping beside me.
Our progress is stopped often,
no shell must go uncollected.
She begs me to swing her around.
The seaside echoes with shrieks of delight
as her request is gratified.
As we later watch the glorious sunset,
I can’t help but think
I’m the luckiest mother on earth.