Come to the water; we will swim side by side.
I know you are thirsty; this you cannot hide.
She comes to the edge and slowly descends,
Clings to the ladder tightly. I encourage her again.
Come to the water; we will swim side by side.
I know you are thirsty; this you cannot hide.
She peers at the still water, fear lies deep in her eyes.
Will the darkness pull her under if she decides to try?
Come to the water; we will swim side by side.
I know you are thirsty; this you cannot not hide.
Taking hold of my hand, we slowly float out,
Enjoying the cool refreshment as she forgets her doubts.
She came to the water; we swam side by side.
Splashes of laughter echo all around; her joy she cannot hide.
by Julie St. John, summer of 1987
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