When I was a kid, Aunt Marion
read me seashore stories
about the giant whale that swallowed
and the scary Moby Dick tale.
Together, we forgot our worries and troubles,
washed clean with each curling rush.
Held hands tightly as we kept our heads above the breakers
and swam away from the scary undertow.
We watched horror movies in the dark
on her fuzzy Sony Trinitron
as the sharks circled us in salty waters
and the pirate ships rolled in.
Originally posted on The Poetry Bar.