My doting mother calls to me from our beach blanket,
“Time to go, make sure and rinse your feet!”
I run down to the waterline after a day of splashing,
wriggle my feet, jiggle my toes – I’m good to go.
But wait….halfway back up the beach…
Impossible is defined.
I then realize there are much easier requests
coming from much saner and more colorful beach umbrellas –
our family vexation.
April 3, 2020