When I stopped swimming

When I stopped swimming

I stopped swimming

When I lost my Mum

Who was not alone

She was with her sister

A rip tide took them

Both, a surfer said one

Had taken his board to try

And rescue the other so he was

A witness.

They were over 60.

He was young enough to surf

Bastard.

Wish it had been his.

So I don’t swim anymore

And I won’t be able to

Rescue anyone else’s family members

If they get into trouble

But I smoke like a chimney

Without regret.

It’s not that I don’t give a fuck

But swimming is such a desperate act.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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