I remember the salty sand sea
of the day we hunted for crabs Dad.
How come it has taken time.
For me to understand

that sometimes
what looks like stone
is really mud.

That the crabs hid
behind rocks undisturbed –
jagged, like my past and my recent.
How you taught me. that the young crabs are to be spared.
Let them hide in their grass homes.

To grow.
Yes grow,
To pull me out of my grass,
for I have outgrown it.
And to see the rocks that form this sea.

18th of April, 2014. 10:27PM (DXB)
NaPoWriMo – 18th April


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