Went stone diving he said
excitement fresh in his eyes
thinking he got the words tangled
probed, hard to analyze
Loaded with stones in his pocket
off a cliff jumping was the goal
a summer camp misdemeanor
blurry got the windows of my soul
***
© 2021 selmamartin.com
Using the prompt word stone presented to us by Whismy Gizmo‘s quadrille prompt at d’Verse, I’m reminded of my son’s retelling of what he did at camp one summer. Oh, Canada!
As one who’d faint just witnessing such a jump, I had nightmares after hearing his story.
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Poignant as ever Selma! Loved the image as well, it went so well with the poem ❤
Thanks, my sweet. I appreciate your visit.
Most welcome ❣️
Hmmmm. And when is it allowed to remove the stones? While in the air already? 😀
The stones in their pockets were to help them sink to the bottom fast 💨
They loaded the pockets of their swim trunks with the biggest stones they could find. AND took the plunge carrying the heaviest rocks their adolescent arms could carry.
Then shared stories of touching the swishy bottom of the lake. ( SMH 🤦🏻♀️- Shake my head)
Most of them, my son included, resurfaced WITHOUT their trunks. (No worries, swim trunks are replaceable)
Silly boys— None of them ever considered how they’d empty their pockets once they’d reached the bottom. 🤦🏻♀️
I tell you— I felt I died when he told me that.
But then I touched his (still) smooth cheek and realized my little boy was right in front of me…
Thanks for commenting
Stones from the deep… I like that!
Boys will be boys! This mother died that day… The kids in my son’s group loaded the pockets of their swim trunks with the biggest stones they could find. AND took the plunge carrying the heaviest rocks their adolescent arms could carry.
Then shared stories of touching the swishy bottom of the lake. ( SMH 🤦🏻♀️)
Most of them, my son included, resurfaced without their trunks.
None of them ever considered how they’d empty their pockets once they’d reached the bottom. 🤦🏻♀️ 🥴
I tell you— I died when he told me that.
But then I touched his (still) smooth cheek and realized my little boy was right in front of me…
Thanks for reading and commenting. You rock 🪨!
That is amazing! I am glad they survived! It could have been very different otherwise!
well done, Selma! I forgot where I read about this… but somewhere, people hold on to heavy rocks with their hands to sink down deep into the water… I don’t remember the details though.
-David
Yes. The kids in my son’s group loaded the pockets of their trunks with the biggest stones they could find. AND took the plunge carrying the heaviest rocks they could carry.
Then shared stories of touching the swishy bottom.
Most of them, my son included, resurfaced without their trunks. They never considered how they’d empty their pockets once they’d reached the bottom.
I tell you— I felt I died when he told me that.
But then I touched his (still) smooth cheek and realized my little boy was right in front of me…
He gave me a scare 😵💫
Flabbergasted 😯!
Thanks for commenting, David.
So poignant, Selma.
My son made me die with that story. But finding him right there still in one beautiful piece revived me. 🙄 sheesh, Kids! Thanks for the comment. 😘
Lovely Selma. No fear in him 😉❤
No fear in him, for sure.
Yikes! This is terrifying. You’ve described the fear well.
I was terrified. He lost his trunks — wiggled out of them in the nick of time— but that’s replaceable.
Goodness! Thinking about that makes me feel week on the knees.
Thanks for the prompt and the comment. You rock ( 🪨 👏 )
He’s lucky all he lost was his swim trunks! (I imagine that’s what happened.)
You imagine correctly. You know boys, I’m sure!
Those old trunks: replaceable.
My child— not so.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Yes, any parent who sees their child reach adulthood is a successful parent, in my opinion. You are welcome, Selma.
What a great poem. Love your writing.
Aww thanks so much for your lovely words. You put me in a good place. You rock. I wish you miracles.
I am sure the windows of my soul would become blurry on hearing of my son doing such a thing. And one of them definitely would! Pleased he lived to tell the tale!
Most definitely pleased he came back to us with stories. But I wasn’t pleased with that dangerous thing he did. Had nightmares. Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate you.
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Thank you so much Selma: I don’t get notified of new reviews by Amazon, so that was a delight to read! I will add it to my blog post tomorrow, when I will be making a special announcement…😊❤️🙏
So enamored by your book. It’s a real jewel. Thanks for doing that!
My pleasure Selma 🌺 🌎❤️
so blessed he lived to tell his story … what we do when young!
So blessed indeed. We were all young once… it’s true that we have angels looking over us. 👏 thanks for the visit, Kate.
enjoyed your quadrille Selma, it captivated us!
Thank yoooooou 💕
I was reading your poem thinking “that sounds dangerous!”, and then got to the end where you said it was your son! Oh no! I can imagine how you felt when he told you… I guess you can laugh about losing the swimming trunks now.