Memory

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You were a rough-and-tumble play mate:

-a sea foam tussle

-a rock pool wonder.

Sand stretched farther than I could run

with a bucket bouncing on salt stung ankles

and a spade to build empires of lakes and castles.

You were a sunshine “Hello!”

With a teasing smile of hidden secrets.

Some things should stay behind glass.

Now the sand is muddy brown

and a gritstone sky clogs the tiny beach.

I’m wearing my Mother’s jumper,

knitted tight with clinging love.

Dad is too arthritic to reach the sea.

Some things should stay behind glass.

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