She takes an old broken cracked conch shell
a dried up Corsican starfish
sand from her backyard sandpit(slightly damp)
dumps them all on her nice clean new sheets.
“I’m bringing the seaside to bed! ”
she announces
her creation
(like a little God) .
Hours later I peeped in
to find her
asleep by her seaside
Dreaming it...for real.
I tuck her & her seaside up
gently
against the coming cold
tiptoe away
trying not wake
either.
As always, as you tiptoe in and out of beautiful Tilly's life...you make her and her loves and dreams and beauty and warmth and childhood come alive for me, and I love her and cherish her as though she were one of my very own. This is perfect love...that asks nothing in return...and you do it so well. Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always write good poems like this