Warm sunshine falls gently to the ground
Rays warming the skin as It begins to brown
Sand and salt make the ground glisten
Waves send a message to those that listen.
Crashing waves cover the thoughts of the day
The slight undertow causes me to gently sway.
Unburdened from the daily world's weight
A moment to myself a moment of quiet.
A smile spreads across recently clinched lips
Memories flood of forgotten childhood trips.
Sinking into the sand, as if in a world all alone
peace, serenity, a sigh ah at last I am home.
Pulled to the present I feel a slight touch
I focus on the child that I love so much.
His newfound joy of this wonderful view
Impatient to try, taste and see everything new.
They seems so simple the lessons of childhood
Like the wonder and buoyancy of driftwood.
I watch him explore all the textures of the land
Shells are gathered, examined and placed in the sand.
The waves gently push and not so gentle pull
The sounds of the ocean trapped in this shell.
The memories are being formed and stored
Soon forgotten or perhaps just ignored.
The memories of this day will one day appear
Amazingly fresh and surprisingly clear.
Then suddenly there is this mysterious need
To find a special place to escape with great speed.
The need to escape returns every generation
This pilgrimage known as "the Family Vacation".
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