Reflections

Lick of sun kissed wave
shimmered gently along a makeshift jetty,
a last foray of summer,
joyful to a little boy
who dipped a toe,
his innocent skin
in awe of magical surroundings.

Ice cream melted on his
adorable cheeks
ripe like apples for plucking.

Silently, proudly,
his mother cooed on,
hoping
his past
would pass.