Circles in the sand.

“Circles”,”in the sand”, she says,
with a twinkle in her eyes,
“I draw Circles”, “I love them”
“I watch the tide wash them away”
“I make more circles”
A child of five,
gentle as a full moon night,
my daughter, those pink ribbions,
the two pony tails,
just as her mother wanted her to have,
I watch her draw, circles, in the sand,
someday she shall grow up,
be like the woman i loved,
a woman’s reminiscent in my memories
who’s choice washed  me away,
like the waves washing those circles this child creates,
like circles in the sand,