WAVES OF MEMORY

I saw a father—

on either side stood his two kids:

a girl and a little boy.

He held their arms tight,

anchoring them,

ensuring their safety—

But letting them fall too,

so they’d know

what life feels like.

Still, he stood like a rock,

always there

to pull them up.

They laughed and screamed

as waves came crashing,

one after another.

He laughed along,

knowing these

were the best memories.

I saw a father and his two kids

at the beach today.

It reminded me so much of mine.