Dating : Seashells on My Shore

Childhood summers in the sand

Those childhood traces left in sand steam with the heat of summer’s memory:
It’s that nook in the soul where fond recollections of seashells and waves live.

Along these shores,
small feet gather joy in the seasons’ glow and return them on nights when storm clouds loom.

Then, with cool water round my five-year-old ankles,
I wade through dreams of yesterday.