Brian Kilpatrick

Learn To Swim

I am pleased
To share a joy 
In my life
Tuesday afternoons
Swim lessons
Robert is a young man
With special needs
When I started teaching Robert
His care taker would walk him down 
To the other end of the pool
Robert was in the water and the aid
On the pool deck with a noodle
Robert walked slowly 
Occasionally becoming upset
He would then sit
On a seat in the pool
The entire time
When I began to help him
He held the wall 
With one hand
As I held the other
He is walking by himself
Without holding on
Putting his face
And blowing bubbles
Kicking his feet
One time
Robert went to the middle lane
And started walking 
By himself
Before he remembered 
To be afraid
I think he will 
Learn to swim
With many more songs
And duck and elephant noises
No more scaredy-cats in the pool
So many laughs and smiles
The pool is flooded with them

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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