Swim

“Swim, child, swim!”

Momma exclaimed.

I don’t want to do this,

Not again.

I hated to swim.

It made my eyes brim,

Full of wet tears,

That ran down my chin.

“Baby, don’t cry.”

Momma said with a grin.

“It’s not scary,” she said,

“It’s not scary to swim.”

I raised up my head

and wiped my face.

I ran into the water

as if I were in a race.

The water felt cool

Against my skin.

I started to paddle

Momma smiled.

“You can swim!”