[Today’s run: none yet]
I remember her a different day
[before the angry, pierced and painted]
standing in the snow, her broken sled
at our feet; cracked wood and bent runner.
Bruised, as I was, from our unexpected flight.A famous tubing run we’d never tried
and gift sleds to herself and brother
from the kindly older man next door.
Dad with daughter, mom with son, new snow
and a big hill with an unexpected bump.Flying! Crash! (keep it straight!) A groaning stop.
See mom and brother still up the hill,
“Don’t do it Mom!”, she shouted in vain.
We all limped to the car and went home,
stowed broken sleds and mourned an unexpected loss:good advice.