Your sand

As we
climbed the steep
dune
there it
was
the beach.
Down
below a
steep drop
we walked
down to get
to the beach.
Maybe it
was just
this moment,
but this beach
is perfect.
Flat,
full of shells.
The wind
was just
light enough to
welcome us,
not push us away.
As we walked
we smiled
and looked for
treasures.
getting our
feet wet
and soaking
up this perfect
moment.
You walked a
bit
ahead,
which I
enjoyed.
You looked
like
a little boy.
as you dug
under the sand
you found a
metal object,
picking up like
a treasure
you smile.
this just became your
sand.
Your spot.
so I walk
behind
you and let
you enjoy
this moment.
This picture is perfect
the sun
dancing around
your feet
in the waves.
The smile in
your eyes.
As you clutch
your tresure and
look back
at me,
I smile at you.
This is your sand
And I love
that you found it.
Welcome home.