It’s a summer night in Durban and abba is teaching mamma how to swim and my feet is in the water and I am telling mamma, ‘Kick harder, kick harder,’ and mamma is trying to kick and the water is so blue I can see everything and the night is so dark outside and later we laugh about the crab we found in the pool after we left for holiday. Mamma didn’t want to get in until we told her she was being a drama queen. Later we went out for supper, fish and I said a prayer of thanks for the good things.
The Good Things (A Moment)
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