The Shell

The shell, a momentum of my past
My carefree childhood, my playful days
All of those happy memories were enclosed in that one shell.
The creamy brown and white swirls on the shell remind me of the daily portions of ice cream.
Brown and white moustaches adorned our faces,
As our tongues lapped at the cold scoop of heaven.
That smooth, cool feeling of its surface reminds me of the waves.
Soft to the touch, reassuring.
The sun reflecting on the deep, deep blue water.
Toes scrunching in the sand, footprints left behind.
Screaming with sun-soaked delight, ‘Come on! Let’s catch the waves!’
Then as soon as the tide rolls in,
They’re gone.
Those days are gone.
Everyday is the same;
Go to school, come back from school
Study, eat, sleep.
The cycle begins again.
But as I hold that shell to my ear,
It brings back those sun-kissed days,
and I can hear the rolling waves, and the cries of thrilled children.