Storygram - Hand

This was where we used to walk, you and I

Look

If you squint closely, and look very hard,
You can make out the footprints on the sand.
These were the very shingles we trod on,
Hand-in-hand.

I see a scene replayed in my mind’s eye
A little girl
Going before you,
To the edge of the sea basin.

She had torn away from your grasp
Venturing out to sea.
Ever moving onward,
Till she became a speck,
Vanishing like sea foam.

Waves upon waves of ocean
Come between us, and the blue sky stretches on.
Only this picture can remind us now
Of the days walking down this beach.

But just know: the little girl
Who had ventured out to see
The world,
Has never really left your hand.