Dear Mother by Annabel Jenkins

Haven

The beach is a haven. Don’t you agree? Your wet toes sinking through the warm, soft sand, The shimmering waves of the deep blue sea, The sun wrapping you in its golden hand,

The calm waves flowing in all directions While boats meander by and seek shelter. Different shades and unique reflections Palms envelop to escape the swelter.

The crabs scurry to hide under the rocks, The curving cov hugs the sea so tightly. Swirling seagulls swarm together in flocks, Seashells and starfish glistening brightly.

The beach is a haven for some, you see, But trapped on an island, it’s hell for me. By Lyla Kerr