Turquoise edges of liquid sea
Splash into the faces of children.
Sun-kissed warm cheeks
Tell flashlight stories as the sun hides behind the sea.
Families pose, fish are caught, dreams are discussed
As we bring our souls to the table.
Pirates whisper under the sea
As we shout on the top of salt and waves.
The glasses are raised, the children sleep
And we lock elbows and hearts to the island’s swaying.
Ahhhh, our family vacation.