Beach Memories

It was a hot,summer day.
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.

The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.

Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.

I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.

And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.

And I would go to the beach.
I remember when I was happier.
And bad memories were out of reach.

Because the nostalgia of this beach.
Will never be out of reach.
Maybe it will have a stitch.

To memories forgotten far beyond.
Near a water filled pond.
A memory ,that I am fond.

I remember when I was a kid and smiled more.
I remember the memories,the shore.
As the memories come flooding,more and more.

I remember the rise and fall of the sea.
And other kids were with me.
The smell of the sand.

The scent of the ocean.
Warm,crisp air.
Almost as if I were still a kid - the memories are still there.

I threw a coin in a wishing well.
What my wish is,let me tell.
I want to become a kid again.

And relive the innocent happiness,all over again.
Those memories are my sunshine.
They shine bright.

Glowing,day and night.
The day my sunshine goes away.
All the memories would go away.

I wanted,yearned for moments to stay.
For time to freeze.
Like holding in a sneeze.

One day,you will look back again.
Nostalgia,my old friend.
One day,you'll come back and defend.

But sometimes it's an enemy,too.
Because it can make you feel like a fool.
Like childhood days at the pool.

I will always remember the scent.
Of sand,wet cement.
Ocean water,scent fills the air.

Like I was always there.
I'll remember the happiness and joy.
Like when you receive a new toy.

Come with me,walk on the sand.
Barefoot,or wet cement.
Nostalgia will be there,too.

And will be your friend,through and through.