Sand Castles
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#180 Sand Castles
Sand Castles
Papa cried, the morning momma wed.
A new fortress held her answers, identity.
But his fist hit hard like the tide as
he took another girl by the wrist, and in a
rush the castle dropped.
Her daddy cried.
Two babies he left. Three,
if you look into my mother’s eyes.
Weak as a victim in her own tower, she sought
a knight decked with dreamed security.
Papa cried.
Knowing the tide returns as golden masks fade in
second blows ripping deep scars in my soul. I
hold my Ma treading, locked by her own insecurities.
Papa cried, But I promised to watch for the tide.
Though cruelly the world came for me, alone
against monsters I hadn’t dreamed.
At once-to Nature I blindly sought and seeing
my castle in the sand
Papa died.
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