A poem inspired by our very first trip to the beach with Baby Gubbins…and every subsequent trip.
I thought that if I let
You eat the sand, that you would get
Sick of shovelling, with such pace,
Those golden grains into your face.
Sadly, I was misled
As fist by fist on sand you fed.
I really hope, my little friend,
That it doesn’t chafe your rear end.