#22

We say goodbye to the beach
on a windy
but clear night.
He takes as many stones
as he can carry.
She flits like a bird,
says I can see an eagle mummy.
(She means seagull).
I cram pictures onto my iPhone because I want to keep it like this.
But I wonder if I will look back
and be heartbroken for her,
my baby,
already knowing
about needles
and sadness.

Published by lizpike

Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.

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