FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

PRECOCIOUS

the little girl is washing herself with sea water
by the beach she watches the other girls swimming
despite their calls, she refuses the offer, wanting instead
solitude, building her tiny sand castles, letting the waves
do the deconstruction for her, but she is quick to
reconstruct whatever she loses, and she is enjoying
what is happening, as her smiles show it.

the story is that her mother and father split years ago.
the former was a battered woman, the latter a philanderer.
in some ways, the two never transcended their immature manners.
both found another love as they call it, needing more space
and time to reconstruct their lives again, new beginnings,
new foxholes where they can hide their heads with comfort.
the little girl does not understand all these sad events yet.
her grandma has to become her mama, and so with grandpa.
today grandma is not here and she is deceived by grandpa
that soon she will be coming to join her in the beach.
she does not know about a lie. And i watch her closely if, by
her precocious mind, she soon will easily learn this matter
and accept this as a fact. People lie to you, to make you live.