We dig holes,
In the grainy sand
I dig mine, like a dog, the dog I wish I'd had then,
When we ran across the sand,
laughter surrounds us.
A small sand crab scuttles
over my foot
Daddy holds me
Just over the waves
The water tickles my feet and I squeal
As he picks me up and the wave crashes down on where I was before
he bear hugs me tight
this is where I belong.
Menlo Park, CA
