My Wonders

My small glass turtle
Sits motionless on my palm
It’s cold against it

I like to think that
The small turtle is Baby
Creative in mind

I like to think that
The second biggest is Mum
Stern yet very fun

I like to think that
The biggest of all is Dad
So laid back and chilled

They would swim all day
Splashing in the great big blue
Having a good time

Seaweed would tickle
Their tummies as they swam through
They’d laugh till they fell

Dad and small Baby
Would race through the strong current
And argue who won

Mum would collect shells
With little Baby all day
Inspecting each one

‘Follow the current’
Mum said when Baby asked her
Where they’d be going

She’d laugh at Dads Jokes
Because they were so horrid
But some were alright

She’d play with the fish
While Mum and Dad had a chat
And supervised them

They’d see humans swim
And do cool tricks to show off
They’d see who’s the best

The cool blue waters
Would envelope their bodies
Like a soft blanket

I put my turtles
Back on the small piece of foam
Admiring them

I look at them and
Think of how lucky I am
To own such wonders