Learning How To Swim, by Gia Stewart.
Looking out through the car windows,
Watching the canola flowers roll over the prairie like dandelions in a field.
Arrival is always so exciting,
Unless you don’t know what you’re doing.
Watching everyone in the water just to wonder what it would be like to do what everyone else had no fear of doing;
She wished she had learned how to swim like everyone else.
The serene sound of her mothers voice calls to her from the water;
Reassuring her beloved daughter about the safe waters of the first beach she had ever Been to,
Suddenly the water looks as cloudless as the morning blue sky and the sand as white as the first snowfall.
“There is nothing to be afraid of” the words of her mother that kept her calm
While she emerged into the water with swimming motions,
It starts to get easier,
The feeling of water flowing through her hands and feet;
She learned.
And like all good things do, the trip comes to an end.
On her walk back to the car, with sand in between her toes and messy hair,
Feelings of pride and delight overwhelm her while she gets into the vehicle overjoyed That she had finally learned,
How to swim.
