I was afraid he’d be afraid
like I had been for so many years.He, my son, was small
when I finally overcame my fear
and rode the waves.
So when he, at ten, ventured
out a ways I just watched
biting my lip,
but the white-nosed thin blond
atop her perch whistled and
shouted about the undertow
and in he came.
Otherwise, he might
still be lost at sea.
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