I flew in a couple of days ago for a wedding and the rental car company saw fit to give me this jaunty little buttery yellow thang, with a sun roof no less. And I've read three books and chatted up all sorts of friends and family. And married off a cousin whom I cradled when she was a baby. And cradled another's cousin infant for the first time. It's the good life.
The only downside was missing my daughters in their big, final, city-wide swim meet. My husband text-messaged me during the entire thing, especially when our elder water bug won the breast stroke for her age group. Won.
It just bowls me over that they grow up and take on the world like this, our little ones.
So, I know it's not poetry friday but I found a swimming poem that I thought I'd post, in honor. And pride. And all that...
Swimming Lessons
by Lisa Hammond Rashley
Minnows and their moms
hurry in no running
no floaties they bob
in the shallow end feet
lighter than the air outside
humid hot hold your nose
dunk then sleek heads
break water gasp in air
READ THE REST OF THE POEM HERE...
