Dearest,
The sand is fine, almost powdery, wonderfully cool along ocean’s edge.
A few shells litter the way, seagulls, and our son’s footprints slowly filling up,
disappearing as I follow him toward breakwall and lighthouse.
Pick up pace, imagine him climbing huge boulders
protecting Cape Henlopen’s coastline -
Wonder if he’s pirate, dragon, or explorer today;
wonder how long childhood will cling to him.
See we have today; will cherish it with all I’m worth.
Wish you were here,
Love, Margaret
By Margaret Bednar, July 27, 2018
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| Cape Henlopen Lighthouse from 1940's |
This post card is from Coney Island - I have yet to visit this beach when I visit NYC.
11 comments:
This is wonderful, Margaret. I haven't received a postcard in ages and I love the powdery sand, shells and seagulls - and being privy to Spencer's imaginary games! You've said so much with so few words - just how a postcard should be, especially:
'Spencer’s footprints slowly filling up,
disappearing as I follow him toward breakwater and lighthouse'.
I as following too!
Yes, hold fast this fleeting moment.......it goes by way too fast!
I love how your wrote this with the voice of a mother. I can imagine what memories that little boy will grow up with. A true gift for any child.
OH, this is such a tender write - the innocence of childhood, its fleeting nature and wondering how long it will last create a lovely sense of belonging in this postcard scene. A beautiful memory captured in all its shades.
-HA
This is gorgeous writing, Margaret!💞 Especially love the image "huge boulders
protecting Cape Henlopen’s coastline."
This is a truly beautiful write Margaret, soft and gentle and full of love.
Spencer is indeed a lucky child to be loved so.
I do so hope your soon-to-be annual family tip is the most wonderful time.
Anna :o]
How very touching Marge! And sadly gone are the days of the postcards. Even though it takes an effort to send one, but one still writes
Hank
What a lovely postcard / love-letter – and, too, what a beautiful evocation of childhood beach explorations and motherly musings.
I know I've said this before, my favorite poems are when you write about your children. This is the perfect example.
Love this Margaret, I especially appreciated it more after your closing remarks. Our nine year old last year taught me how to swim like a mermaid. This summer her parents took her for a mermaid school lesson while they were in Las Vegas. She may soon have mermaid school to teach me more. Not my favorite activity.
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"His footprints filling up..." really amazing line.
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