in the Summer of 1945
Ankle deep in brown salt-water
beneath criss-crossed trusses
Brother clutches a found treasure
She scowls in the sunshine
Interrupted from play
as an eager parent begs a moment
of attention.
Two of the first of the baby-boomers
Their father couldn’t march
So he mixed chemicals for the
newspapers that carried word
of WWII around the world.
This is a snapshot of victory. . .
Of safety. . .
A girl and her brother
play in the surf
unafraid of a wild warring world
This is a snapshot of belonging,
togetherness, and love.
It would not to last long,
but long enough. . .
