A cool Saturday morning,
with the sun streaming in through the drapes,
I jumped out of the bed
and thought let’s go to the beach for a long walk.
To the beach, I took a ride
and as I reach the warm sands
A screech I hear I turn around to see
a toddler gingerly walking himself towards the sea,
The parents rushed towards to catch hold of me
as spectators watch the drama at the beach.
I sat on a rock, sipping my morning juice
when a little boy comes up to me
and asks me several questions
To which I had no answers
and kept on typing,
Then he nudged me and said:
“Hey lady, what are you writing?
I said with a smile I am writing poetry,
he laughed and tried to read and left me for a bit.
My fingers hurt so I sat on the sand
and began to build a castle
bringing back childhood memories
I had a few spectators watch over me,
one said, “mam, what are you trying to build?
I said a castle; he then said very bluntly
Ah, building castles in the air!
I stopped and looked at him as he left the place
Walking away from me.
I wondered what he must be thinking to say something like that.
I decided to sit by the pool that looked so cool and empty
I ordered a sandwich, and while I nibbled
I tried to scribble a few words,
The sun was turning warmer
I felt I had enough of the beach and the pool.
I picked up my laptop
I left for home
away from the noisy, crowded buzzing beach.
Biography.
Debra Masky has lived in Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates, for almost three decades. She is a widow and lives with her three children, and has worked as an Office Manager for almost twenty years.
She graduated in Arts and majored in Literature.
She writes short stories and poems and has had two books published in the UK. “Whispers from my heart” & “Sail into the world of my poem.”
She also does the artwork, painting in acrylics, even though she never attended any painting classes. She is passionate about cooking, gardening, writing and art.
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