I remember, me, a little girl
A helmet of curly hair
And one of a handful of happy memories that I have of him, ‘Dad’
My brothers at school
We were boxing
I’d listened to the guidance with a child’s intent and misunderstanding
Always block
I used to put the gloves on and walk around with them pressed against my face
Completely blind
Desperately wanting to be taken seriously
I was so excited to be stood on the bed
Almost as tall as him
The fight escalating
And then a nosebleed
I was excited
But it was over,
Girls get hurt,
He never boxed with me again.
I never boxed again.
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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This was so poignant and emotional! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️