Glossy green, teak trimmed
Suspended, out of reach
Taunting me
With river journey dreams
In a yard sale, sold
Too young to
Voice objection
Old Town
Maybe if they'd
Let me paddle you
I'd have learned
To go with the flow
Navi-
gate
Hard-
ships
Steer clear
Of relation-
ship rocks
Eddies, Rons, and Marks
Would have been left
Treading water
Not treading
On my heart
If Dad had let me sit
On your sturdy wooden seats
Grip a paddle
Tip side to side
Find my balance
And glide
Maybe I'd have learned
To better not bitter chart
My course
So long ago
I'll never know
Now I have to let it go
Offered for the prompt to let go, from Laurie at Poetry Jam, poetryjaam.blogspot.com. Before kids, my parents canoed a lot in a beautiful green "Old Town" canoe. I was always fascinated by it hanging in the garage. And then it was sold when I was about 9 years old.
About 10 years ago we spent several spring breaks canoeing with friends. I always wished that my parents had kept their canoe, so that we could have used it. Funny how these things stick with you...time to let it go :-)