I had resolved to “make her take responsibility for her own life”, but watching her struggle against the bonds of her own limitations is more than I can bear. “She’ll eventually find THE THING that will drive her past her difficulties,” said doctors and therapists. Fuck that. I looked at my own 52 years. How long did it take for me to push? And I don’t even have a diagnosed learning disability! Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy. I can’t let her carry her young bones alone… yet. I’m her father, damn it! Where do I draw the line between “sink or swim” and “let daddy hold you until you can float and stay above water on your own”? I keep moving my arms away, but those ossified weights just keep pulling her under. The Lifeguard is still on duty.
I’ve discovered a fun new prompt that is NOT poetry, for the most part (and there was much rejoicing).
Here are the rules, courtesy of dversepoets.com:
Write a story of 144 words or less (not including the title). The story must have a beginning and an end, and should not be poetry. Sounds easy enough right? Here’s the twist: You must use the poetry line I have given you within your story. You may alter the punctuation, but you must use the line in its entirety.
Today, I have chosen the following line taken from Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese by Mary Oliver: