On the Beach
On the beach, like a stork we stand on stilts,
Steps forever climbing, sun bleached, wooden house.
Orange lights within, green shag underfoot,
And yellow carpet stains.
Best friend and companion, bunny outfit and hugs,
She sleeps always.
Sun light within the windowed house, hating oatmeal
Breakfasts with legs swinging.
Orange light and pain filled sleeplessness, Mommy�s cool hand.
Calming forehead, slipping into dreams
With little orange Tylenol.
Waves are crashing, the tangy salt air
Fills my lungs, ocean as far as I can see.
Daddy�s loving hand, holds mine for safety,
Keeps me afloat, along with my animal encrusted inner-tube.
Mountains formed from sand, bright kites at Kitty hawk
Pulling at their strings, trying to get free.
Warm, white sand and gulls, side by side with
Discarded crabs.
The ocean calls my name as we leave in the silver car,
And I am four years old.
Calm, hilly sands, eaten by sapphire blue
Enter my head,
And I want to go back.
copyright 2002 Elizabeth A. Miller