Strolling alone, bucket and spade in hand,
relishing the wet sand squidging between her toes,
the little girl, chattered away happily…





Just because you chose to leave
upon the eve of maturity –
dismissing our puerile ways -
banishing the glory of halcyon days,
that’s no reason to huff and puff
and blow my house down.

And, just because you’ve acquired
a taste for Caviar,
swallowing oysters,
and scoffing Sushi,
that’s no reason to mock
my Hula-Hooped fingers
or my soldiers smeared with Marmite.

But, it is not fair to trample
my playmates’ sandcastles
built upon foundations of imagination,
adorned with exquisite shells of amazement.

And just because you choose to ignore them
it doesn’t mean they’re not there,
their existence, brushed as it is with angel dust divine,
their gossamer raiment shimmering a starlight sublime.

Anyway, their toys
are bigger and better than yours.
So there.