Sandcastles By The Sea

A sentimental poem of a father and his little girl

 

 

Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air

He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand            

It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last

Much too soon the waves of the sea would wash it to a distant past.

 

      Those little footprints, ingrained on some land

      Where a sweet, small child had carefully planned

      A beautiful, fragile castle in sand               

          

               

                      

                    

 

 

 

 

      

             

 

He was painting a picture in his mind of those little hands and feet.

The nocturne of a symphony with children directing the beat.

The rolling motions of the sea kept a rhythmic roar with the waves

They rolled to the shore in syncopated lyrics making wet, sandy graves.

        

          His hope he carried in his heart

          As he walked quietly along the sea

          He wanted to make everything right

          But he was doubting his ability

 

A silent cantata of a discordant roar of time,

Was singing a haunting melody in voice A-cappella,

Chanting audible chords of memories in his mind.

His thoughts went back to the little child, building a dream carved in sand.

A a child who was thoughtfully shaping their future on land. 

 

            As he sat on the shore in pensive thought,

            His own child came to his mind. 

            A sweet little girl, not a care in her world

            Singing her innocent, happy rhymes

 

He’d come home from work, needing time to unwind

Too busy and tired to give his child enough time.

She learned to walk and talk all while he was gone

While her mommy taught her all those cute, little songs 

 

          "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffett

             Eating her curds and whey

             The little spider that sat down beside her

             Until she shooed him away" 

 

His wife, the apple of his eye, a woman who stood by his side

He wrote her name inside his heart, always wanted her as his bride.

They fell in love, prayed for a sweet, little child

to share all their love.

The Lord in Heaven heard their prayers and sent them a little girl from above.

 

             His memories led him back to home

             Knowing he made those vows without end

            Finally knowing what he must do....

             He’d take his wife and child by their hands

             To make their lovely, delicate castles in sand

     

 

           

LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

Mother's Day 5/07/2011 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

Such a heartwarming poem and story, Anne! As usual, your words take my breath away! I am definitely in love with all of your poems and stories! Much love to you!

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Precious, moving, bitter-sweet this my friend is an astonishing and deeply fet write You have great magic in your pen

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

this was amazing and beautiful the title drew me in

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a stunning beauty here.. beautiful and bittersweet.. How I miss the sea and my dear mother.. The delicate fabric of life and love woven with words.

[Coyote Poetry]

The photo and words were beautiful. Sometime we must re-evaluate out life and go back to the root of happiness. I like how you made the point in this poem. A very good ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Dream Weaver]

I agree with Quinfinn, just beautifully done
LadeeAnne :)

[quinfinn]

absolutely beautiful and immaculately conceived and constructed. this is a true masterpiece of love and precious caring. saved!

[Helpless]

i love poems about the sea, always beautiful. its one of the many things that makes life so beautiful