The blue water in the pool Is it really blue?green?grey? My eyes are deceiving me The deceiving pool Is mocking my courage as I am standing here Felling at the top of the world.. Brave myself for my first Olympic swim At the corner of the poolside Absolutely my beautiful, courageous, and most of all, honest coach, Who keeps reminding me of this swim of a lifetime Who consistently tells of my swimming legs, body, hands An Olympic swimmer you are!! She says that all the time, as if she is planting the words in my head Fidgeting, I First test the water with my toes, 1, 2, 3... a silent prayer to Almighty.. Let’s take a shot! finally I take the plunge, Completely submerging while holding my breath, Eventually, we all fall or dive into the unknown, Sometimes fully prepared, sometimes unsure, Always compelled... Submerging for few seconds.. I have stopped to think.. Force myself to emerge catching my breath again... Heard a whistle and a clap Bravo! You made it champion! My coach smiled... made her proud! OLYMPIC 2016 Brazil here I come...
This poem is dedicated to my pretty coach Madam Rita Maria Dourado who taught us swimming lessons back in 1986. Wow that was like a long time ago....