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Michael Simms: The Summer You Learned to Swim

for Lea

The summer you learned to swim
was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself.
In May you were afraid to put your face in the water
But by August, I was standing in the pool once more
when you dove in, then retreated to the wall saying
You forgot to say Sugar! So I said Come on Sugar, you can do it
and you pushed off and swam to me and held on
laughing, your hair stuck to your cheeks—
you hiccupped with joy and swam off again.

And I dove in too, trying new things.
I tried not giving advice. I tried waking early to pray. I tried
not rising in anger. Watching you I grew stronger—
your courage washed away my fear.

All day I worked hard thinking of you.
In the evening I walked the long hill home.
You were at the top, waving your small arms,
pittering down the slope to me and I lifted you high
so high to the moon. That summer all the world
was soul and water, light glancing off peaks.
You learned the turtle, the cannonball, the froggy, and the flutter
And I learned to stand and wait for you to swim to me.


 

Copyright 2006 Michael Simms. First published in The Writer’s Almanac, edited by Garrison Keillor.

8 comments on “Michael Simms: The Summer You Learned to Swim

  1. Ellen Anderman
    August 5, 2017

    It is amazing how everyday events when put into perfect sentences can lift your day and your spirits.
    Thank you

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Karyn Kedar
    August 5, 2017

    “And I dove in too, trying new things.
    I tried not giving advice. I tried waking early to pray. I tried
    not rising in anger. Watching you I grew stronger—
    your courage washed away my fear.”

    So absolutely yes…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Carolyn Gregory
    July 25, 2017

    Lovely poem, Michael. My father taught me how to swim when I was four. I really identify with this!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Vox Populi
      July 25, 2017

      Thanks, Carolyn. Lea was four when I taught her to swim, but she taught me far more than I taught her.

      Like

  4. Phil Terman
    July 25, 2017

    Wonderful poem, Mike!

    Liked by 1 person

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