voice too low, waves too high
filming my grandma in the sea
while time flies by
the year was 2001
their eyes all over me
now almost everyone is gone
sitting in front of my laptop
watching memories I want to crop
a past young me
at the beach house
living by the sea
no regrets to douse
my dad being sweet
building castles on the sand
with the child I'd like to meet,
who is myself, in my homeland
YOU ARE READING
timeless sandcastles
Poetrychildhood poems in a long gone beach house from lazy days without responsibilities only love waves sun
