The black, rough volcanic sand,
The vivid, sharp coral under our Volleys,
Our blue and yellow lilos on a hot day.
Our Dad, in the blue, green water,
In his loud, tropical shorts,
White with fear, pushing us on the waves.
Our brother, in his yellow shorts, who was
Paddling next to us, on his blue boogie board,
Giving Dad much needed confidence.
Our Mother, in her loud, tropical swimsuit,
Standing on the black, rough, volcanic sand,
Watching us laugh and love, together.
Our family, all together,
So brown, happy, and whole,
Under the tropical sun,
On that black, rough sand.
About the Creator
Emma Datson
I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love
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