Having given in to his insistence we have our photo taken
in the middle of his beach fortress.
screaming at me for
getting down there.
not week long holidays.
of the row of houses perched on the Welsh hillside where we lived.
to see how much support there was
to the sea side for the day.
three children to a similar seat.
"I can see the sea! I can see the sea!"
and having glimpsed a bit of the longed for water somewhere,
remain in the same place all day
in one large arc facing the sea.
(and if possible swapped for their tit-bits),
as we would tumble out of the bus in the gathering summer dusk,
say our "Good nights",
Learning to hold those you love close can't start too young,
or last too long can it?