The Little Blue Boat

When I was a girl,
my father gave me a little
blue boat.

It was deep and fully broad enough
to hold two laughing girls
with eight knees and elbows altogether.

There was a rope for towing
out on courses charted by our dreams
and pointing fingers,
or grabbing back
if any current dared to lead his girls astray.

We sat and bobbled,
my sister and I,
in pink puckered suits and salty hair,
in the bottom of the little blue boat,
our toes and fingers grazing on the waves,
alert for treasure
or a moment’s cooling.

And my father pulled the boat
from wave to wave,
ocean to ocean,
sea to sea,
and dream to dream,
urging the bow in every direction on the sea and sky
while we squealed and giggled and pointed out
our pleasures.

And when he had shown us both the
way
to every corner
of the round and endless earth,

he dropped the line and waded in
to shore,

leaving us each
a
paddle.

c. Pamela Goode

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One comment on “The Little Blue Boat

  1. ashinine says:

    There’s something so very beautiful about these lines:

    It was deep and fully broad enough
    to hold two laughing girls
    with eight knees and elbows altogether.

    Post more, post more!

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