Stingray
A Poem about a boy who swims like a stingray.
Sunlight pierces
where you are,
swooshing water
with your arms like a
propeller without an
engine.
“Whoosh, mama, whoosh.”
Your baby belly embraces
thick rolls of waves
as you jump forward
attempting to float.
My arms guide your
chest up as you break
speed in deeper water.
Your cheeks swell into
a smile as your legs
gently glide over to me.
“Swim, baby, swim.”
You fan out your arms
receiving water at the
moment of reaction.
Water is the air that you
breath.
You are a stingray
who is the master
of all momentum
in water.
About the Author
Jun Wu is a Content Writer for Technology, AI, Data Science, Psychology, and Parenting. She has a background in programming and statistics. On her spare time, she writes poetry and blogs on her website.
