Poetry Friday: A Sanibel Beach Memory

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A Sanibel Memory

Tiny broken shards of shell
Strewn across the ground like
Broken glass

Summer’s breath hot and strong
Blows across the beach
Making it hard to stand

Your blue bucket tips
Shells scatter, blown farther than
Your little legs can carry you

No tears, just laughter, as you
Struggle to stay standing in
Soft shifting sands

Sanibel stays full of shells
As we leave for the day
Happily worn from our treasure collection.

© Carol Labuzzetta, 2021
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This poem is based on a memory of going to Sanibel Island in Florida when my oldest son, now 27, was two or three years old. When we visited, Sanibel was a wide beach with shells scattered over much of the sand. The wind whipped across the beach on that day and others, making it difficult to walk. It is a fond memory. I’ve been wondering why I don’t write about the beach more often. It is one of my favorite places.

Poetry Friday is hosted this week by Jone Rush MacCulloch at her blog. Thank you for hosting Jone! Please visit Jone’s page for more poetry inspiration and opportunities to participate in a warm and welcoming community.

12 thoughts

  1. Lovely, Carol, & you’ve brought me back, too. My family has spent many years on Sanibel & Captive. We missed it a lot when we couldn’t go last year! Happy Holidays to you!

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