Early Saturday morning
changing my son for his swim lesson
his skinny ribs and slender limbs.
He points his hands and toes in delight -
expectation of the water.
It is hard to remember what life was like at the age of eight.
Mixture of my build, wife's skin,
his grandfather's hair colour in the sunlight.
A re-expression of all of us, and yet unique.
He swims better than I could.
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