Raising boys

Against the mountain weather Jake is wearing a balaclava.
Braced, completely concentrated, he is inching down the piste.
Jake is eight and his thighs are wobbling with the effort
so that sweat licks down his red hair
and his little skis rasp on the ice.

Keep going Snake! I shout. You’re a beauty.
Waiting for him I am mindful
of the lights down on the valley floor
the masked skiers whooshing past
any one of whom could smash Jake.

Down hill of me Fred is going steady
aged ten and in an unbreakable snowplough
he slides on alone into mist
and is lost to view.
I look back up the slope. Come on Snake!

Both boys know there is a dangerous schuss ahead but they keep coming on,
the light fading and the schuss getting closer and they just keep coming
and marshalling them, cajoling, the old daylight blue on my face
I realise in a rush of praise, feeling such gratitude
that these two are going to be alright.

They’re showing character.
That’s the truth I discovered that afternoon up on the mountain,
courage and tenacity in my boys
and if I could just get them safe to the bottom
then I knew everything would be OK.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.