The Chairlift
On the chairlift
amidst the peaks
the glorious sun and air
My friend and I agreed
we would not trade
those years with small kids
for anything
Our careers are stalled
earnings pitiful
retirement savings scary to contemplate
But our two girls banter next to us
in their round helmets and goggles
friends since the beginning
They own the hills with their confident and graceful bodies
lithe and masterful
thinking of me and my friend as weird parents
refusing to let me take their picture to put next to their two-year-old selves.
It was just so fun my friend reminds me
And it was.
They will carry this fun
these two
into their lives.
How could I be richer?
