Sinking

• Jayden Douglas, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2021

Bubbles rise above my head
A soft tingle runs through my skin
I'm sinking
I hear fish swim slowly past me
The sweet taste of salt drifts into my mouth
I'm drowning
I start to go into a panic
Thrashing, swinging, kicking
I'm dying
As they start to sting, I see a familiar face
I'm hoping
A father
My father
I'm OK
Long arms reach out
They are soft and warm
I'm saved
I'm slowly lifted out of the water
The delicate but strong voice says
"Are you OK".