Seagulls

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu

when I was a child I was about to drown once, but my father saved me from below the sea

Children were playing on the beach

between fortified sand castles

I wasn’t allowed to go there

dreaming of my own castle

I was reading stories with ocean’s daughters

falling asleep on the air mattress

mother was saying that I must get tanned

I was asking her what time is it how long shall we stay there

she wasn’t answering clearly

I was swallowing my tears

grinding in my teeth

a few sand particles

When father wasn’t going fishing

he was taking me to the sea by the hand

we were jumping the waves one by one

it felt so good to pass over them

as if we were flying in the wind

One day I went alone on my blue air bed

my father was out of view

mother was even farther

a wave toppled me down

the water was salty fear swallowed me like a seashell

then father came and took me out into the light

mother was smiling

Since those days sea memories are fading

my parents are farther and farther

I like to float with my eyes

over seagulls’ wings

between clouds castles

sipping my hot tea alone

© 2012 Cristina Moldoveanu

Author's Note

I could never forget that moment.
Note - it is a virus somewhere, i struggled so much to put bed near air in my poem in vain, you can read it like this:)

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Coyote Poetry

Some memories will stay with us forever. I like your description of location and family. The vision of a child is different then a adult. Each decision is important and had reason. I did like the ending. Memories, tea and thoughts. Three things we need to survive a life. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
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