Memories of childhood bridge jumping
Are at the forefront of my thoughts
Cautiously and carefully I focus at the task at hand
Slowly rocking back and forth I find the rhythm 

Peering over the edge I see the landing zone
It looks to be a mile down, an unachievable target
After what feels like a lifetime of pre-drop preparation
With a sudden burst of courage I begin my move  

A sudden shudder and noise force a backward step
Rocking back and forth, humming to regain the rhythm
There is no time or energy for a missed attempt
A quick prayer forces away my childhood demons

Take a deep breath, refocus and push off
The first few moments flash by, all is well.
Suddenly a leg hits something; a brief cry
The angle is wrong the head is too low!

Fear grips me as the head comes down hard
Screams accompany the bent body
It bounces to a messy landing; arms and legs flailing
The piercing sound of pain fills the air

Suddenly the twisted body lays motionless
I back away slowly, quietly, quickly
A slight smile glows and my sense of pride grows
Another successful landing of Alyssa in the Crib

BY Ted Dimbero 2/24/03

Dedicated to those who have spent hours in the middle of the night  trying to get a baby to sleep only to lay them gently down and have them instantly wake up screaming the second you hand leaves contact with their body.