GloPoWriMo: Day 17


The Adventures of Gigi

Remember when Gigi
chased the bear?
Oh, yeah. Mom and
Dad were like
A deer? How nice.
Now go back to sleep.

–And we hid all night
in the tent
except for Cathy
who slept out
under the giant sequoia.

–But she was only like five!
–Yeah, but that was OK.
Gigi chased off the bear!

–And the next morning,
remember the claw marks,
all up and down the trunk?
Smelled like vanilla,
that amber pitch.

–Oh, yeah. But what about
the paw print–

–at the base of Cathy’s
sleeping bag!

–Good ole Gigi,
scaring the bear.
Remember the time
she dove into the
algae in the hot springs
that smelt like sulfur?

–Oh, yeah. Dad fished
her out with his canoe paddle.
–She looked like a drowned rat.
–Smelt so bad, too. Remember

the time she jumped off the cliff?
–Right into Dad’s arms.

But I was never worried,
not at the bear,
not at the hot springs,
not at the cliff,
and not because
Gigi was heroic,
but because Dad was there.

–Yeah. Back then,
the world was safe.

Daily Prompt: “Write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.

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