Poetry

The Tide of Happiness

Mira Bernstein Kaufman

I was pulled up,
Only to be sucked back down.
The sea lurched and charged!
My hand reached to clasp my father’s.
Instead I dove
With a new strength,
Fooling the incoming wave.
As I surfaced,
Gasping, laughing,
My father’s hand met my own,
And together we ducked,
The sand churning beneath our feet,
While happiness knocked me over.

the tide of happiness mira bernstein kaufman
Mira Bernstein Kaufman, 11
Woodbridge, Connecticut

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