Florida

Florida

Blow up arm life vests,

Squeezing my helplessly young arms.

To my star shaped

Sparkly pink sunglasses,

All left decorative shapes into my pale skin,

By the intensely bright yellow sun.

Building or mounding damp sand together,

To build, what I question now, a sand castle.

And flying vibrant lion kites in the bright blue sky.

Fishing alongside my cousins on a sail boat,

And the feeling of content as I real

In, a dangerously scared baby shark.

Are all memories which can never fade,

And all I have to blame is m age,

As to why I can’t re create these days.