A small thing,
nothing to write about...
Mom grounded me
for the day
over transgressions
now long forgotten--
but it was a hot day
and even at nine
I knew my mother's heart--
so I asked.
Ten minutes later--
a one-hour pardon granted--
I crossed the boundaries
of our yard,
carrying my
towel and swim trunks
under my arm,
anticipating the first cold
splash into the pool.
Now I'nm older--wiser--
I've lived seventeen thousand day,
have swam in the pool hundreds of times,
and I suppose the deeds of many a
Samaritan dwarf a one-hour pardon,
so I suppose in the end
I had it right in the beginning--
such a small kindness
coming from a mother's heart
is a small thing--
nothing to write about...
11/23/2005