Fill my pockets with sand dollars
instead of real ones;
and tell me again that I’m beautiful
even though we both know you are lying.
Capture the sunlight in your smile
and the moonlight in your kiss,
as we stand on the shore
and watch the surf wash over our bare feet.
Fill my pockets with sand dollars
instead of silver coins;
and let us spend them to buy the soft breezes
that brush by your hand that holds mine.
Tell me again about how rich we are
to have each other,
a beautiful son,
and this special place.
Fill my pockets with sand dollars
instead of real ones;
and we will invest them in
a life together of
love,
laughter,
and each other.
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