By Nell O’Hara

Rub together my hands,
Take a deep breath,
Watching me are all my friends,
Flash a smile.

YoyoUp goes my wrist,
Gently toss it down,
It plows through the mist,
It is almost there.

Jerk! A gentle swish,
It starts to climb its way up the string,
Catch! I did not miss,
In my palm… Flawless.

Clapping in the background,
I carefully take a bow,
I did it! I did it!
But it’s all over now.

One thought on “Yoyo

  1. Barbara Blumberg says:

    That is great. I can hear the “snap” of the yo yo as it changes direction. You captured it for me.
    Thank you.

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