WHEN IT WAS THE TIME FOR GROWING OUT

 

We took the train, one day,
a Sunday that a photograph
suggests was set in summer,

I remember how the wind
wound whimsically round
the wilderness of our youth
as we watched waves crash
currents upon crushed cliff

as we came closer to watch
those tides slip out further,
pulling from us the laughter
we’d not learned to control

and carrying it on to places
we didn’t know to imagine,

each of us an island uncharted
yet to pin our point on a map.

Three cousins, coming closer
to the shore of those decisions
and a mother, watching us
laughing, learning, growing,

swimming and moving. Out.

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All words and some of the photographs by Damien B Donnelly

5 thoughts on “WHEN IT WAS THE TIME FOR GROWING OUT

    1. deuxiemepeau

      It was a joyous day and we are lucky that we still share those days today 🙏🙏
      The girls texted me yesterday when they saw the poem and remembered the waves and the day and the laughter like it was yesterday

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