Sandcastles By The Sea

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 the discordant roar of time,
Was singing a haunting melody in voice A-cappella
Chanting audible chords of the memories in his mind
His thoughts went back to the little child,
building a dream carved in the sand,
A child who was thoughtfully shaping a future on land

          As he sat on the shore in pensive thought
          His own child came to mind
          His 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 of his 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 lovely, delicate castles in sand

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Kahlil Gibran ~
"You are the bows,  from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth".