~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I really struggled with this, I hope the reader is able to see what I saw!?

Just some suburban kids, over seen by one zealous parent enjoying his parental role
The campground empty of other guests, just Dad, his son, daughter, and two friends.
The branches of the old oak trees bent heavy with cold, sunless days
The small lake solid with ice, our feet frozen with glee as we slipped ice skates over them
Slipping and sliding around the lake, with no prior knowledge of standing on blades
Small steps, ginger steps, a friend pushing me around as I left my feet flat
"Watch for the slushy mess, here," Dad's warning hung thick in winter air
A thud followed by a slight splash and there was Dad, unresponsive
Splayed flat upon the frozen lake, like a body I'd only seen in movies.
"Dad! Dad! If you don't stop joking I am going to the camp office to call an ambulance!"
Words falling on dead ears, my threat empty as the office was closed for winter.
Frozen tears and bitter wind, my face tight with a burning sensation.
Defying all indications of death, he stood and continued skating as nothing happened
A beggar's wish, for Dad to stop ice skating and make us hot chocolate to ward off fear
Laboriously he pulled his skates off returning shoes to his feet.
He walked away, ignoring our cries for him to wait for us.
His memories frozen in the slush upon the lake, he, a virtual robot
Him, alone, the only adult in the woods with four kids.
His instinct carrying us through like only a wise man could
A weekend of confusion, a severe concussion.