Jan 30, 2012 08:16
First Lesson
By Philip Booth
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Lie back, daughter, let your head
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">your arms wide, lie out on the stream
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">and look high at the gulls. A dead-
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">man’s-float is face down. You will dive
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">and swim soon enough where this tidewater
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">me, when you tire on the long thrash
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">to your island, lie up, and survive.
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">As you float now, where I held you
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">and let go, remember when fear
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">cramps your heart what I told you:
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">lie gently and wide to the light-year
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.
fathers,
all one,
love,
all one (not alone),
women,
strength,
philip booth,
peace,
sisters,
tragedy,
grieving,
ocean,
daughters