Missing Years

Yesterday,
fifteen years late,
we danced in the waves,
catching bones of dead shellfish
in our downstretched fingers.

Ecstatic and laughing,
we celebrated our freedom
and leaped the sand's erosion
beneath our feet.

My faery daughter -
faer haired, 
faer skinned 
Seattlite - with
Goth-black swimsuit.

Balance lost,
she flopped just as hard
onto the sand
as did my white-clad,
marshmallow body.

Her tethered blonde hair -
tendrils escaping.
No match for mine -
wild and auburn,
witchy in the wind and the sea.

Kathleen Hover
7/7/01