My boy reaches out,
Puts his tiny hand
Completely trusting,
Into mine...
As we walk on the beach
Nothing much in sight
But the vast expanse of sand,
And the waves that play with our toes,
Wetting the hem of my jeans as we walk
Just enough for grains of sand and little pebbles to stick to it as we walk
Far from toys or television
No plastic buckets and spade in hand
Just him, me and the sand
A distance away, he sees something
It is noticeable enough
Yet we're unsure what it is.
We get closer to find it's a smooth pebble
I pick it up to show it to him
And the gleam in his eyes!
The grin on his face!
I wish I could hold that joy forever
The purest joy that comes from such an ordinary thing as a pebble
His face is brighter than the sun as he reaches out his chubby hand,
Grinning,
Gleaming
Completely trusting...
That the pebble is now his.
©️ Rebecca Manari
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