Swim with Me

Childhood memories of swimming embossed on black and white slides on a Kodak carousel

Projector. Mom posed in sepia tones next to lipsticked friends showing long legs and

Shy facade. Burgeoning freedom from tired stereotypes of the matronly figure.

My beautiful mother, cigarette in hand, defied the trope. Once divorced, then
Remarried,

Tall and curvaceous with a smile for the ages, yet too self-concious to
swim in

Public. Every time I don my lycra swimsuit I see her in my mind. Gorgeous, like me.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz