Poem du jour

Through grey morning clouds
We peered a bright sun
So we thought at day
At the beach might be fun

We grabbed some towels
And some suntan lotion
And drove in the car
To the nearest ocean

Out to the surf
The little boy toddled
Or maybe he waded
Or maybe he waddled

We thought he might fear
This oversized sea
Instead he greeted each wave
With a cheer of “Whee!”

After spending hours
In frothing ocean foam
We picked up our tired boy
And carried him home

I’m not sure how much
Sand on the beach remained
A good portion was washed
Down the bathtub drain