Bending Time

She sits down and takes off her shoes.
With her small hand in mine we walk towards the water.
The sand is warm on our feet.

She looks up at me and lets go.
Her determined face full of mischief as she breaks out into a run.
I watch her as she splashes around in a tidal pool.

I close my eyes and focus on the pure joy of the moment.
Hoping to stretch and bend time by shear will.
Carefree moments like these should last forever.

She reaches a lone pier on the sandy beach.
I gently lift her up.
She smiles and makes a face.

tidal pool maelle

maelle bending time

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8 replies »

  1. I just roamed around your blog and heard your story. It truly must be a very difficult time for you and your family. I know they’re is nothing I can do it say to make things better . . . But I wish I could.

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