One step at a time,
She prints her tiny feet in the sand,
Fascinated by the mark they leave behind.
She is the first one this morning.
The waves will come in eventually.
Faster and faster she runs,
Her feet fly through the air
As she skips and jumps.
The marks in the sand
Stretch every time.
Soon they will disappear
But their owner will come back.
And the marks will be larger this time.
Years pass by, she becomes older.
But she will always come back.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2015