Stealing Time

If I could steal time, I would go back to that summer day long ago when we spent the morning together, collecting shells of memories, on that far away beach I had walked on as a child. Reminiscing, I thought of you today, of the many mornings I missed, and my eyes turned as blue as the Mediterranean. If I could steal time, I would go back to that summer day long ago and walk with you once more, Father.

© 2016 magicofwords

Mediterranean Sea
The Mediterranean, as I remember it.

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