Beach Day
There is so much sun.
Oh, how fun it’s been, sitting with you,
watching the waves come.
I don’t ever want this to end.
I watch you go, a little too deeply.
I try to restrain you.
“It’s much too deep,” I told you.
You smiled and said “I’m fine.”
Then changed your mind two seconds later. “I’m not fine!”
I smile and help you out.
It was just two inches of a wave.
After a few hours, sunburnt and smiling,
we go for ice cream.
“I love you,” you tell me sweetly,
as I order at the counter,
your favorite ice cream.
I recall when I said that to my aunt, and try to not cry.
Like my aunt before me, I have also become the one.
I’m finally the aunt who stepped in,
who signaled for help when you needed it.
I start shaking at my own memories, which match yours;
I feel like the past is repeating itself.
You run off and play after you get your ice cream,
and I try to not weep at the counter.
I swore the past would never repeat itself.
I broke the cycle,
but now I’m a target,
for those who tried to keep it going.
I’m fine with being the bad guy to them,
if it means that I can save you.
“Come on!” you yell impatiently,
snapping me out of my loathing.
I smile for your sake, and keep moving.
Let’s go to the future, you and me.
Author: Jeanette Zallar
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