My father couldn't Swim

My father did not learn to swim

but

he took Me to swim , at our cottage in Camp Polermo,

most every weekend in the summer,

after horseback riding.

Its no coincidence  my mother was swimming the night he died.

Its no coincidence that his son helped him to the bathroom on that fatal nite.

That's where my father fell and hit his head on the watery marble floor,

as his son the lifeguard stood by.

Its no coincidence.