sometimes I have memories
that I simply cannot reconcile:
sitting here at the pool
thinking about when I took
lessons at the Y,
younger than my daughter is now
having to fight for my life
in the corner of the pool,
Mom knitting by the side
just as I am now.
and other times - like now
I have this almost palpable
achy chest pain.
it is overwhelming...
and I can’t seem to match
the person she was then
to who she is now
most of the time
this sharp pain is kept
secure and hidden inside me
and then I have times - like now
when I find myself
with cheeks wet
by the side of the pool
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