Shell of Memories

The waves from the green ocean washes up on the sandy shore,
tasting like the sea salt and sand from the dunes
rain on a roof
heavy drops in the big blue ocean.

Prick your finger on a spinning wheel at midnight
spiral stairs, climbing up.
Smooth, rough, smooth.
Holding memories about my dad and his favourite place.

Sand stuck between my toes
the bubbles rushing up my arms and the coolness giving me goosebumps.
The brown, creamy colour of the dunes,
held in both hands with the shiny gloss sparkling in my eyes.

Stripy like a zebra but smooth like the sand,
sirens singing and luring ships,
the little pools of salt and soft rocks.
Crabs crawling over and waves crashing against it.

The laughter of the kids while splashing in the waves.
The crackling of the fire while telling the memorable stories.
Friends and families together at last,
I hold my shell close to my heart when my dad's far away, we'll never be apart.