Remember, little one?
where the bubbling blue tide
glides out for miles
and smiling trade winds
stir your curls
to wild honey'd whorls
like God's golden shells?
 
I was young
thriving, alive
diving salt and loving sun
through my skin,
glorying
in high cry of gulls

  and as we splashed and giggled
in jeweled tide pools
we skimmed on-a-whim
flat sand dollars
disguised as coined flowers
and lay cradled warm
by sleepy soft sand,
sighing in the sun
of full content
but
you wriggled free

and there you were

happy clapping,
humming in ecstasy
your small perfect body
entranced

dancing

with

your

shadow

surrounded
by the wind
singing
in
 the
spiral
of
the
leaves