Running to the liftOne of the most enduring images of fatherhood,
the look on Emilyâ€™s face
as she runs down the aisle
to the lift
in the new Sainsburys supermarket at Upwey.
As she runs, she looks back over her shoulder.
The look is one of sheer ecstasy;
â€œLook at me, Daddy! Look what I can do,â€ it says,
although she does not in fact say anything.
The sheer ecstasy says it all.
She loves pressing the lift button,
seeing it turn to a circle of bright green spots,
and then the doors slide open.
After months of screaming and crawling and clumsiness,
Emily has discovered Running.
And right at this moment,
Running is what Emily was born to do.
Of course in her turning to share her magnificence with us,
she loses her balance and â€¦ Splat! ...
flying forwards and spreading out like they teach you to do in free-fall,
the ecstasy is brought to an abrupt detritus.
Then there is a momentâ€™s pause while she inhales enough breath to give the calamity its full weight
and she lets out a scream that fills the voluminousness of the warehouse.
The magnificence of childhood is that she learns Nothing from this.
The next several weekends when we return to Sainburyâ€™s,
she always runs to the lift while looking back over her shoulder,
and the ecstasy is no less radiant than the first time.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2015-03-02 at 10:42
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