Shells
May 18, 2017
Her small hand reaches out
And into the hot sand,
Pulling out a fragment of a shell.
It was a dark blue shell.
She imagined it was the same color
As the darkest part of the sea.
She sat from her crouch,
And studied the shell a bit as
Her wide eyes widened even more.
The small hand pressed it to her ear,
And she heard soft words.
Words her young mind did not understand.
But her heart and hand knew
Those words were important,
And they were persistent.
She felt the pressure of the
Shell increase against her ear,
And suddenly, the words were clear.
She understood and wrote
Them in the sand,
Waiting for the world to understand.