Swimming goggles

Underneath the dirt, underneath the stain,
After the grey is washed away,
We can find the blue and white googles my mum once generously gave.

A representation of all our work,
The l o n g sessions,
And gradual progressions,
Because of our DEDICATION.

And although you have come out a bit bAtTeReD and bRuIsEd,
Your lens, touched by a million hands,
Your straps trying to withstand the inevitable SNAP!

Others will tell me to try the new contemporary brands,
More advanced.

But, I won’t forget OUR memories,
Full of chlorine,
And the ocean breeze.
And how…

Underneath the dirt, underneath the stain,
After the grey is washed away,
We can find the blue and white googles my
mum once generously gave.