+ poem Taken Home;

I'm not sure who wrote this poem, if you wrote it, please contact me and i will credit you.
Grains of sand pack tight between her toes.
A little girl looks down,
watching,
as the sea comes in, slowly caressing her feet,
engulfing her toes,
then pulls back away, again.
Her bright green eyes,
Wide,
New,
fond of this surprise.
Her first visit with the sea.

She takes a few steps deeper,
and watches the stars on the surface,
ripples reflecting
the sun.
A giggle echoing
in her tiny ears.
Open spaces.
Still new places,
to explore.

Then she sits.

The chill from the sea,
much like a cool,
crisp, breeze in early spring.
It nips at her knees,
and her upper thighs.
She digs her tiny fingers into the clay-like sand below her,
and pulls some up in her fists,
her fingers curled.
Holding it in mid-air, she releases her grip.
The sand falls back to the water, with a splash.

A sweet,
sunny day.
Smiles, and laughter.

Laying back,
The water molding,
firm, around her face.
A perfect fit.
The little girl feels safe here,
at home.
The heavy waves come into the beach,
crashing,
splashing,
rolling over her tiny body.
She feels her hair flow up,
then settle back around her ears,
covering them,
blocking the sounds of the sea...
For just a while.
A reminder of her mother.
Of her soft,
warm
beginning.

taken home-by the sea

Grains of sand pack tight between her toes.
A little girl looks down,
watching,
as the sea comes in, slowly caressing her feet,
engulfing her toes,
then pulls back away, again.
Her bright green eyes,
Wide,
New,
fond of this surprise.
Her first visit with the sea.

She takes a few steps deeper,
and watches the stars on the surface,
ripples reflecting
the sun.
A giggle echoing
in her tiny ears.
Open spaces.
Still new places,
to explore.

Then she sits.

The chill from the sea,
much like a cool,
crisp, breeze in early spring.
It nips at her knees,
and her upper thighs.
She digs her tiny fingers into the clay-like sand below her,
and pulls some up in her fists,
her fingers curled.
Holding it in mid-air, she releases her grip.
The sand falls back to the water, with a splash.

A sweet,
sunny day.
Smiles, and laughter.

Laying back,
The water molding,
firm, around her face.
A perfect fit.
The little girl feels safe here,
at home.
The heavy waves come into the beach,
crashing,
splashing,
rolling over her tiny body.
She feels her hair flow up,
then settle back around her ears,
covering them,
blocking the sounds of the sea...
For just a while.
A reminder of her mother.
Of her soft,
warm
beginning.