Sandy Beaches

Flat open sandy beach
small waves on my little feet
Mami holding my little hand, guiding me
smell the salty breeze
hear my grandparents voices in the distance
I turn and see another wave
Scared I hold onto Mami’s leg
Mami says, “nene, it’s okay.”
small waves on that flat sandy beach
Mami there standing beautiful and strong
holding my little hand
all life long

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