Monday, July 3, 2023

Balboa


Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rescued from the pool filter,

Balboa had a scratch

on the house on his back.

 

We set him in the garden

between two rosemary shrubs

(Romero in Spanish, like my son’s name,

 

who said, keep him, Mom,

and let him be a burden to your

children’s children).

 

While we searched for what to do,

I thought we’d lost him

to heat, to bird—but there,

stamping the grass,

 

the champ!

A late-round come back!

And between my index and thumb

 

we rushed him

to the pond.

Two large turtles

 

rose to the surface

poking their heads out.

I said, we rescued your baby!

 

And hoped

someone

will do the same.

 

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner

 

3 comments:

Janet Martin said...

So beautiful! I often pray for my children and that God would bring people in to their lives to 'rescue' them from whatever the danger may be...<3

Anonymous said...

Beautifully dramatized moments these.... all the characters come alive in this little prayer! Loved it.

Thor said...

Wonderful poem. Not gonna lie, I might have teared up a tiny bit. You are forever the champion of the underdog and most amazing Mother I know.