Remembering Good Times Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

7: 55 a.m.
Sandy beaches popping into my mind, as the sun rises
over ocean waves, forever crashing without resting
through each night and day.

Feeling their strength in mind, knowing they can knock
me over, I smile, remembering all the times that it
actually happened.

Once, even hitting me so hard that my bikini top was
taken off, still feeling the embarrassment of that
situation, making me blush even now, all these years
later.

Continuing on, walking and feeling the serenity of
just being close to the ocean in mind.

Wonderful memories of many good times back them.