It was almost thirty years ago now
when my family reassembled
at the beach on New Year's Day
to have a barbecue together
On a picnic area near the sand dunes
which blocked off the beach from sight
though not from sound. The waves were breaking
in a monotonous but pleasant rolling sound.
In the distance where the beach beckoned.
The hot afternoon slipped away to talk of sport;
Golf was the most common one; all golfers.
Later I went for a swim between the flags.
My brother was chef of the barbecue, using
his gas cooker which had certainly been places.
Recently I drove back to that beach of old
but two of my family had since passed away
so it seemed very cold.
-21 March,2019.
At the beach on New Year's Day memory was gathered with family almost thirty years ago. For centuries we had lived in different towns and cities. The most common swimming was in memory. Whether summer or winter, we could adjust with time. A brilliant memory is brought up in this brilliantly and excellently penned poem....10
You have summed up exactly what I was trying to say in the poem. For some reason, I remembered that particular barbecue when all the family were present. That is not the case now. I really like swimming, either at a pool or at the beach-not so often as when I was younger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem evokes some nostalgic images which turn quite emotional towards the end. This speaks volumes about the multiple shades of life. Thanks a lot.
Thanks for a thoughtful comment.