I watch my children in the water
splashing and flipping, pushing each other
to try new tricks.
Soaking in their laughs and conversations.
I remember spending summer days
submerged the same way without a care
beyond my next popsicle.
In a place where the world’s worries don’t
I’m glad they can build these memories on
their way into adulthood where trouble
waits to pounce on souls not yet weary.
I’m glad I can be present while they do.
Not all families hold this privilege.