Kayla
stands at my side
We stare out there
we revel in the feel
of softly sprayed
salty-humid-mist
on our faces
Tortuous-thunderous-waves
break in our ears
The warm foot wash
beneath our beached
toes cleanses gently
and she smiles
Her hand drifts upwards
rests comfortably in my palm
no words are spoken
no voice is heard or raised
We communicate
I learn
I hear
See all three years
of my daughter's life
revealed
She changes the topic
'big moon dad'
her innocent voice exclaims
Before, she lays it on me
'why does it hide
behind the clouds?
Is it also
scared
of the
sharks
dad'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My daughter asked if God has to use hand sanitiser after holding the whole world. Laughter and joy: -)