The curl of White waves, merged between the Blue oceans, with Black, a bobbing
Two Black eyes, portraying a beautiful face, with delicate whiskers either side
Their silken bodies, entwined between the Blues and White, the snap of each camera
My family, generations, walking against, the sprays of the sea, mistaken for rain
Holding hands, laughing, building sandcastles with tunnels, awaiting, the oceans to fill
Oh no, a wave caught my Son, wet feet, screaming with laughter, a memory, not forgotten
A shopping bag, replaced from food, now stones and rocks, many sizes and colours
The drive home, the sea salt laden on the strand of each hair follicle, the tips of fingers, dry
The Fish and chip shop, calling, begging us to enter, the smell enticing our noses
Food in bags, drive home, tummy rumblings, table laid, wow, full, content
What a day with my beautiful family, a day with the seals, a day with many memories
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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