This is my 30th Father's Day without my father. For him, this poem. This perfect father's day poem. A poem that reminds me not only of Daddy–swimming as far as was needed–but also of Mr Brilliant, a brilliant father with a heart as big as the ocean, a man who swims the storm for these two girls, always.
We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.
“How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a storm?"
"As far as was needed," I said,
and as I talked, I swam.
(My thanks to Cary Cooper for pointing me to this poem.)