My Castle In The Sand Poem by David Keig

I held on tightly to my child
Tightly i held on
The waves were crashing overhead
But still i did hold on.

The waters drove us up the street
Past where friends and i would meet
Dashing down their houses
And leaving not much there
But i held yes i held on
And on my lips there was a prayer
That these torrents would not make me weak
That somehow i would find
Some calm some peace some easiness
And the earthquake left behind
I held on god i held on
To that tender little hand
She was now my sole ambition
And my castle in the sand.

I caught my breath
A hundred times
A hundred times or more
All that i was grasping was
Her clothes and nothing more.