Why Am I Starting to Smile?

Image by Bethany Rohde
Image by Bethany Rohde

By Bethany Rohde

Remember that time
after raspberry pancakes
when Mom declared
in our olive-green kitchen: Today,
I’ll teach you to swing

She smiled as she hollered:
Just gotta lean
into it

My butterfly rain boots
wriggled through air
and went nowhere
on that tired, steel swing set

Ever the teacher
she hoisted her own
thick hips
into a black smile
next to me

Mom pumped sky
in her stone washed jeans

Her grown-up body
heaved all the way back
whipping her mess
of brown hair above

then below
that top bar of rust,
when her seat suddenly

snapped.
She gripped the old chains-–
stuck the landing.

Remember our laugh?
That sudden air gush,
lung-crush of hilarity
that roared from our cheeks–-while
everyone else held their

breath?

*******

A writer from the great state of Washington, Bethany Rohde received her BA in English Studies from Western Washington University. You can read her poetry at VerseWrights.com and on her blog, worddoor.wordpress.com.

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