That day on the beach,
under the blue sky, we lay on the soft, warm sand,
little sand critters moving beneath our blanket,
but not minding because the azure expanse of the sky left us breathless.
The shapes of the pale silver clouds shifted every so often that one moment it was a space ship and the next it was a big blue whale!
I held your hand tightly in mine, and even though you knew I was nervous (I was sweating buckets), you didn’t mind.
That day on the beach, your dress was that perfect shade of baby blue and turquoise that it matched the ocean.
I got you that hair tie that you wear all the time now. I honestly want to buy you more but I secretly adore the fact that you use it so often.
It was a dark navy but now it’s been used so much that it had faded to a dull steel blue. It doesn’t match your hair anymore. And you don’t care.
You still braid it prettily, with dark blue and black and brown strands of hair intertwining so perfectly that it hurts.
That day on the beach, you never let go of my hand.
From that day onwards, I never let go of yours.
A little cheesy and so totally not the general theme I was going for but I’m quite okay with it. It wasn’t the spectacular poem that I thought i wanted to write, but oh, well.
I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroniand Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.