On the night you fell
on the narrow steps
you found your seat in the boat, as usual,
while Papa woke the Evinrude
with two quick jolts
and off we went around the pond.
Your collarbone broken;
you held my hand
and winced with each wave
but you smiled and said nothing
till we reached the shore
where you asked if we thought
you ought to see a doctor.
Thanks for your comment. Here's a poem by Emily Dickinson that may offer some insight into your question: Tell The Truth Tell all the Truth but tell it slant – Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind – – Emily Dickinson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome works! Ps we had a Evinrude Sweet 16 for decades, beautiful boat, fun memories!