Sand dollar

In just two seconds, all turned salt and sand.

My eyes stung, burning, straining now to see

I yelled “Mom, help! Please get me onto land!”

She pulled me out the water, looked at me

She realized it then, that they weren’t there

Swiped straight up off my face by ocean’s wave

My pink rimmed oval glasses, oh how dare!

Now held by sand’s grip deep in ocean’s grave

I cried and cried, I could no longer see

Dismayed, I looked up, having heard a holler

My mom had said “come here, come, follow me!”

But I looked down and saw a sand dollar

I picked it up, confused as I could be

Then all made sense; the ocean had paid me