Mothers Day,
I remember, across the lake
in late afternoon taking playtime,
how visiting children in my line
of vision gleefully hurled themselves
into the water from a small dock
rocking summer, reinventing childhood's
simple pleasure that did not cost
an arm and a leg, (hopefully) -- the lake
is shallow close to shore. And, more,
I thought of my small son in Atlanta
so long ago, when challenged to dive
from a rocky ledge jutting out
high over the Chattahoochie, how he
called to me on the opposite bank,
his courage stalled at the brink,
the cold below, "Mom?" he called,
and then he braved it, (my breath held,
my heart stopped), until he surfaced,
smiling, to his life, as if saying
my name had saved it
--for Anthony
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