He looked out at the beach,
she sat safely within his reach.
He spoke to the three,
who gazed at him happily.
His two sons ran out onto the shore,
they never let his life become a bore.
They laughed and played,
As the sunset slowly waned.
He looked up at the sky,
savoring all its beauty;
he laughed at this undying simplicity.
When suddenly his wife's cry,
brought him back into reality.
He looked down and saw the scene,
his wife's face now a blank screen.
Staring lost at the little shoes in the wet sand,
they could no longer see his son's hand.
He screamed his son's name,
yet his search was in vain.
His son pointed to where he had seen him last,
a sandy beach, where waves came down in crashing blasts.
His heart was on a roller coaster ride!
His son. . .His sun. . .
Had been swallowed by the Crushing Tide!
This was one of the first poems i ever wrote. I wrote this when I was 13 for a relative who lost one of his sons. the poem has been unchanged since then. i posted this so that people my help me analyze how my writing has changed over the years
