“NO FEAR”

When I was quite young,

And first started swimming,

My mother, who was afraid of the ocean,

Would not allow me to see her fear,

For she wanted me to enjoy,

The ocean & learn to respect it.

I was four or five and still in the ocean I went,

Up to my chest, waves knocking me back,

Dad kept his eye on me,

But mom would only go in just so far.

From the picture above,

As you can see,

Of me in the sea,

I had no fear,

And that is abundantly clear,

Even to someone not a seer,

Growing up at the shore,

Was a fantastical existence,

And definitely not a bore,

Especially at the age of four…

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