A Child on the Beach
As I sat staring across the water,
I felt a sadness I couldn't explain.
It rose from somewhere deep within...
The tears welled up inside...
I tried to stop them... but they began to flow steadily down my cheeks
The salt from my tears burning my slightly sunburned face.
I felt very alone and small...
And as I sat there...
I watched a young blonde child running along the sand
Shouting..."Look Mommy...Look Daddy...Shells!"
And as I watched her
I saw myself...a young blonde child...with childlike hopes... and childlike dreams
Running along a beach not very far from there...
Shouting..."Look Mommy...Look Daddy...Shells!"
And I thought of lost hopes... and lost dreams
And the tears welled up inside...
And they flowed down my cheeks...
The salt from my tears burning my slightly sunburned face...
And I thought to myself..."Is it too late for hopes and dreams?"
And as I sat there
I turned my head...and I saw you walking toward me...
You...in this "special place"...still hoping...still planning...still dreaming...
And I thought to myself...as I walked toward you...
And you took my hand...and leaned down and kissed me...
Maybe not...
by Rhonda Powell
Copyright 1996
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