Photograph

As the title suggests, this poem has something to do with a photograph

Smiling little girl
camara in her hand
taking many pictures
alone there in the sand

I stand here watching her
notice her parents are gone
She's not smiling any longer
she just wants to go home

I reach my hand out towards her
Gladly excepts does she
In the hunt of human forms
she jumps among the waves happily

I took a photograph
a long long time ago
The day was cold and rainy
promising a late night snow

I stood there on the beach
shivering quietly
smiling little girl
right there watching me