A couple with two young daughters
claim a secluded spot on the sand.
If not for hats and gloves,
they would be early arrivals
for a summer day by the shore.
The father takes the girls
down to the sea.
They surprise their mother
with periwinkle shells,
polished sea glass
and this memory.
[22 March 20200
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Tim Dwyer’s chapbook is Smithy Of Our Longings (Belfast: Lapwing Publications). His poems have appeared in Boyne Berries, Cyphers, Poetry Ireland Review, Southword and The Stinging Fly among other journals. He retired as a psychologist from a women’s maximum-security prison in New York and now lives in County Down, Northern Ireland.