Battleworn

Something I posted elsewhere a while back

Battleworn
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My brow is glistening
My arm is aching
My back is tired
But still not breaking

I saw the critical looks
With no words spoken
My resolve is battered
But still unbroken

Those that are mine
Look up to me
I cannot stop
Until it comes to be

So I grit my teeth
Plunge back into the fight
I clean my bruises
During the tired nights

Bring it on
My resilient call
Until the reward
Is clear to all.
—–
22-Jan-2010

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Be Anxious For Nothing

Christy turned 2 on 24th December 2008. We went swimming and lunching. Christy’s mum dressed her in a nice 2-piece swim suit and she came from the changing room running joyfully along the edge of the pool. (Christy, that is, not her mum).
I went with Christy to the baby-pool. At first, she wanted to undress. I guess she is used to water bodies only at bath-time…
After convincing her to keep her clothes on and coaxing her bit by bit into the pool, she got in.
The water wasn’t too deep for her. It came up to about her waist. She was enjoying herself immensely, as demonstrated by her unrestrained shrieks of delight. Of course I was on high alert and less than a foot away.
She was basically walking around in the pool and waving her arms about in the water, splashing a little bit and so on. Sometimes she would go off balance and tip into the water and naturally, I’d grab her and set her on her feet again. She even learnt to and enjoyed kneeling in the water, in which case the water now reached her neck. This meant that her head would submerge sooner if she went off balance. She seemed to want to jump from a standing position to a kneeling one, something that was not always successfully achieved. All in all, she loved it and I was glad it indeed was a happy birthday.

Christy makes me reflect on many things – my own upbringing, my father, a child’s perspective, the future, myself and so on.
In this case, I thought of the fact that a swimming pool can be a very dangerous place. But Christy enjoyed herself oblivious of all that, leaving the care and concern to her father.

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