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
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.
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