My Adventure

From shell to sand
My memory lives in a bowl
I used to think some were mermaid hair dips
But now they are one more than that
My grandma’s 60th changed it all
Different sizes and shapes – it comes in one package
My object is as delicate as thinly made glass
Imagine, waves being washed up against your face
It feels like rough coral weaving through my fingers
You can hear the sound echoing of the sea from the inside
It tastes like the crunch of a carrot never to be eaten again
The special carvings and patterns wants me to pull back
I met some memorable friends
They were unique and not like me
Talented, smart, proper friends
Rocky surface
Our bowl from a place that
Has a special place in my heart
My source of imagination
Bali