Seashells

Mom, me, and the seashells

Floating Sun was having fun Frothy waves lacing the shore I trailed my mom, gracing her path Golden sand crushing under me My footprints deeply sinking down Tracing everywhere hunting shells White and creamy, grey and browny Virtue expressed in all its forms Greedy I was in not leaving any Cradling all on to my frock Clanging loudly as I scurry Stumbling upon the stone that stood Felling my luck on to the ground Feeling the warmth on bracing her breath Panting swiftly with my name Kissing me long she did freeze Until my smiles reflecting hers Scattered shells gathering her memories Mother is the only dearest soul Ever on this earth and ever would be!