You sat on the rising mounds of sand, hesitant, legs askance

With the strong, summer sun lighting up the grains of sands 

And shells scattered beneath us. 

Fresh winds of salt and sand brush against your smooth face,

Eyes squinted; fists clenched; your hat brim blows off your

Precious head in the cool salt breeze.

What is it like? To see the world through eyes anew.

How does it feel? To sink your bare toes in sands unknown,

Among salts and stones.

You will forget this moment, this May-time beauty, rolling blues and greens

Cascading into foams of roaring whites.

Your memory will flicker, even fade, but this moment will be perpetually

Out of reach. 

I’ll be here to remind you of your early days, to tell

You who you were: a reflection of who you will be.

Though you may soon forget, I will forever cherish

Sun-stained sands,

Moments like this, 

You.