so along with the small tokens of our (the boys and I) appreciation for having the blessing of such a beautiful person - I wrote her a poem. Here are a few lines...
this is the swing
chain-links hanging the bum worn board barely
able to fetter the fleeting childhood hung
there in mid-flight
ruddy knees like pump handles
against thin air
the touch of a boy’s sweaty palm on your back
guarded against a forbidden touch
cursed halter-top
this is the jump
the inevitable
like when your bottom lifts slightly at
the top of the swing
and you know that the next swoop is it
it’s just right
not at all like shuffling off
and more like scared to…
but never more sure than before
like asking me about what to bring on
your first day of grade seven
i will
if you want me to
jump first
leave the swing to bounce and wiggle
and tell you if you want me to
what it feels like to roll in the grass
at last
Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday Char!
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