Shaun White & Pneumonia
by Hostess on Feb.28, 2010, under Poetry
We waited for the phone to ring.
They waited him to fly down,
then out, then up, then upside down.
I could say his hair caught my eye,
you could say I needed a distraction.
Across a few walls, my mom fought to breathe
Across a few latitudes, he fought gravity.
He won a gold medal in a few minutes
Mom opened her eyes in a few days.
