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as it was

I knew a fellow once, way back. He rode a balsa board sheathed in a thin layer of fibreglass .. fragile it was, like a champagne flute.

Like a worrisome woman.

Like a mother, who ever wondered why her son would want to stay in the water on a winter evening until it was almost too dark to see the number of the bus that carried him home.

Like a father, who ever wondered why his son would risk alienation and disgrace at his school by declining the opportunities to learn the ways of success and distinction.

Like a sister, who ever wondered why her brother avoided the dances and occasions that may have qualified him as an accepted member of the society of the day.

Like a brother, who ever wondered why his brother never bothered with acceptance at his local beach.

Like a teacher, who ever wondered why the boy’s eyes were forever focused elsewhere.

Like a daughter, who ever wondered why she had to share his love with that of the sea,

Like a wife, who ever wondered why he stared so long at at the horizon, lost in the realm of eternity.

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Shane Fisher #

    Beautiful poem, is it a poem? It is Beautiful nevertherless.

    April 2, 2019
  2. When it comes, you write it.

    April 2, 2019

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