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. . .