The Grandchild Who Cheated a Poolside Grave

December 30, 2011
By Poetic_License GOLD, Hendersonville, North Carolina
Poetic_License GOLD, Hendersonville, North Carolina
12 articles 7 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am a raven. I am a crow. I am a nappy bat. I am a mosquito. Call me anything black that has wings and flies.
~Glenis Redmond


I've never been a great swimmer.

In retrospect, it started with the insane fear of a sane youth

who took the abyss beneath the chlorophyll surface to be an adversary.

And even though she stood taller than the tiled height displayed on the pool walls,

she refused to even dip her toe into the artificial blue liquid.

So, you may understand how, when her sibling knocked her into the deep end, she panicked

and tried to fight this lucid horror that never fought back.

It only dodged her swing and dragged her deeper; invaded her body and deluded her mind.

And when she finally woke to reviving hands and waterlogged lungs, she realized that

She had cheated death and cheated water (which to her were one and the same.)

And, with the exception of personal hygiene, she decided never to touch it again.



Two generations later as we prepared for poolside leisure she sent us off

Not with farewells but with warnings to beware.

She warned us of the beautiful danger that kills

With the all-knowing tone of a weathered sailor warning of fatal sirens

But, like the ignorant rookies we were

We just waved and said goodbye; blew our kisses and continued with our lives

until I understood what she said. I understood all but too late because

As her warning rang in my fearful ear I was already consumed with boxing liquefied death

as she once fought watery inevitability.

I wondered if this was how the "peaceful death" was supposed to feel

But then I looked up and saw

Angels.

In the place where the sun’s rays should’ve been penetrating the surface

Were beautiful faces reaching out and telling me to join them.

I reached out but they shrank back.

I grabbed for their hands but they only receded closer to the Heavens.

I made one last grasp and I latched on to something,

But instead of an angelic hand

I had grabbed hold of my grandmother’s words, which pulled me up further.

And with that, I resurfaced into the arms of my mother.

I coughed up death, I cried out life, and I inhaled a bit of wisdom.

And dare I say till this day

I still go swimming every once in a while.

The author's comments:
This story came from my grandmother's phobia of water and how she warned us not to drown. I always thought she was foolish for being afraid of water, until one day I almost drowned as well.

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