Amidst much Easter socialising (and work),
they managed to find an afternoon,
of much needed time for just the three of them.
They played and paddled.
Gazing out to sea,
unblinking in salty daydream.
Lying on warm pebble,
she watched sunlight behind closed eyes.
Realtime merging with wispy dream.
The smoky smell of a beachy summer
and distant chatter reaching out to her.
They cooked simple food,
tore homemade bread and shared a beer.
She watched her boy run to the sea,
playing with the lapping tide.
Her young man ... a little child.