Sandcastles
In my tiger boy's swimsuit on a Miami beach
I built my sandcastle in the sand
I used my small hands to dig deep and scoop the sand
I packed it and built it high
And adorned it in tiny pretty pink and white seashells
While a kite flew over my head
My dad always told me I was pretty
It washed away one night
And the kite fell from the starry sky
As I lay frozen in bed
Hearing the loud wave crashing onto my shore
The wave was silent this time
It was an unanswered phone
It was blowing a kiss on the front porch goodbye
It was confetti frozen in mid-air before it fell into the New Year
It was an old kite washed up on the shore
My dad flying a kite on beach, Look Out Mama by Hurray for the Riff Raff