I watch my children in the water
 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
exist yet.

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.