Curious Child

                   

Curious I was as a child,
                    standing on the very last slippery step,
                    on the edge of a muddy, brown river.
                    Left and right I marched on it,
                    when suddenly I lost my balance
                    and I fell in without a din.
                                                    I remember floating away,
                                                    the scene is so vividly clear,
                                                  I can even see a smile on my little face.
                                                    Somehow my head stayed afloat,
                                                    I allowed the water to drift me away.
                                                    Tickled I was at such an adventure
                                                    I did not wave, I did not struggle,
                                                    I was moving further away.
                   
                    As I saw my mother further in distance,
                    screaming in terror and panic,
                    while everyone just stood by and watched.
                   
                    The next thing I saw
                    was my mother in the water
                    struggling to reach out to me,
                    but a swimmer she was not.

                    I could see her clothes
                    afloat like a huge bubble,
                    I must have reached out to her
                    as she grabbed my hand,
                    and pulled me to the bank.
           
                    The next thing I remember
                    was getting an angry lecture
                    about my usual naughtiness.
                    As she locked herself in the ladies,
                    and air dried her dripping clothes,
                    I stood outside the door,
                    being the nuisance I always was.
                   
                    What amazes me to this day is,
                    that she hardly talks about it,
                    as if it was not a big deal at all
                    without discussing those people
                    who just stood there and watched.
                   
                    I am so tickled,
                    about my fate on that eventful day,
                    the moment my mother
                    saved my soul
                    and not give it away.


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