Fathers And His Three Children

Three children, full of glee,

With their dad, by the sparkling sea.

On the sandy shores, they frolic and play,

Creating memories that will never fade away.

The sun shines bright, warming their skin,

As they build sandcastles with giggles and grins.

Their tiny hands shaping dreams in the sand,

With their dad's guidance, a loving hand.

Each wave that crashes, a symphony in their ears,

As they chase seagulls and conquer their fears.

Their laughter echoes, carried by the breeze,

A joyous melody that puts their hearts at ease.

The eldest child, curious and wise,

Looks to their dad with questioning eyes.

He shares tales of distant lands and stars above,

Filling their minds with wonder and love.

The middle child, full of energy and zest,

Runs into the waves, fearlessly abreast.

Their dad by their side, teaching them to swim,

Building confidence, helping them dive in.

The youngest child, with innocence untamed,

Holds their dad's hand, as if not to be blamed.

They collect seashells, treasures from the shore,

Whispering secrets only the ocean bore.

Together they build memories, strong and true,

A bond between a father and his crew.

Three children with their dad on the beach,

A cherished moment, forever within reach.

As the sun begins to set, painting the sky,

They gather together, no goodbyes in their cry.

For the love they share, the memories they've made,

Will forever remain, an eternal serenade.

Three children, their dad, a family so dear,

In this moment, time stands still, crystal clear.

For on this beach, with the sand between their toes,

They create a bond that only the heart truly knows.