Sweet little sisters
Linger over each shell found;
Assessing whether
the newest one
just might be a little better
than the one before;
Washing the sand away
putting each precious find
into their bucket of memories
to carry home
with them at days end.
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to linger on the word linger, and write a Quadrille (exactly 44 words) using it in some form! My poem is about two sweet little girls we saw who were next to us at the beach last week. They were having so much fun collecting shells in the surf, they did not know anyone else existed.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
The Reluctant Poet 
These little girls were precious! Thanks for the reblog Chuck.
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