She takes an old broken cracked conch shell <br />a dried up Corsican starfish <br /> <br />sand from her backyard sandpit(slightly damp) <br /> <br />dumps them all on her nice clean new sheets. <br /> <br />“I’m bringing the seaside to bed! ” <br />she announces <br /> <br />her creation <br />(like a little God) . <br /> <br />Hours later I peeped in <br /> <br />to find her <br />asleep by her seaside <br /> <br />Dreaming it...for real. <br /> <br />I tuck her & her seaside up <br />gently <br /> <br />against the coming cold <br /> <br />tiptoe away <br /> <br />trying not wake <br />either.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternity-in-a-grain-of-sand-new-year-poem-for-lyn/
