There are six of us in the family
we renew each year
at the beach
Mom had twins in the first year:
a male and female
the waves hit the shore
her other children followed
each succesively; tidely
and in their childhood
they collected shells, then
bottlecaps, some jellyfish
they stuck together - the six
born in six years.
at night on the beach
they count the stars,
enumerate the constellations
and smell the bonfires;
they admire the crabs.
In the daytime they line up
their tents and watch each
others' children and grandchildren
they swim and walk and play
like declarative sentences in
a paragraph.
Did I forget to mention the
younger sister never comes?
She has a question about all
this togetherness at the beach.
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Your article is Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Somehow or another you need to get the youngest in the circle.
Each time I read one of your poems I find something so charming to remember.
And I love the tangy end sentence here - so typical of families, yet a surprise to the reader.