nostalgia is no good
When the pretty back flip you
Executed clean off the kicker
Is called a tantrum
And the suit this party
Will not cover
The girl who was twelve yesterday
Six a minute ago
Now at least 18
Still not old enough for legal margaritas
Which was always just another name for daisies
Can you see
The pretty, young girls
All in a row?
Tutus and princess tiaras/
Flowers in her hair
There were other words here
From a slightly younger woman
Tossing words into space the way they told her to
I love you, me-from-the-past,
But know the truth
Snowboarding in Texas
Will always be rich-dudes’ folly
And the Truth
Will set us both free
Someone I have never met before came up to me today and said, you must be the cool mom.
A wonderful compliment, undeserved…
When she said it I thought several things at once–
I want to get to know this lady better.
I wonder if she would still think I was cool if she knew my whole awful story?
And maniacal laugh…I am about to go make a fool of myself on a dock for 2 hours. I will not look cool.
But there is something cool in not accepting failure and there is something cool in public humiliation for a good reason.
Perseverance is cool. Not giving up is cool.
Most of the time it is lonely and many times the stakes are way too high, so I am grateful for my patient community.
One day I may master things even harder than launching off a dock at 20 mph.
That will be cool, and I will know exactly who to thank.