A poem I wrote for class (& would love to share with you).

{Deutschland, 2011.}

Eckernförde

Little toes spread across mine,

the brisk air keeps us entwined.

We sit building castles out

of smooth, moist sand.

The water makes us shiver,

freezes our hands.

The rocks we climb

are slippery and wet.

The waves so salty,

they nip at our feet.

I hold you on my hip,

as you holler for me

to jump higher.

As we dive into the waves,

you grab my hand tighter.

Your giggles fill my ears,

I beam, you’re my happiness.

We live on this shore

most of the summer.

But you’re almost four,

and soon I must go.

My God how I’ll miss this.

But the caws of the seagulls,

and the laughter from the

slides, will always play

in the background of my mind.

Because these days with you

have taught me so much,

you’re forever my little one

and this shore will forever be ours.

And until I revisit and we share our

ice cream cone, remember these times

we called our own.