Higher Please
The wind blows
with it I move
memory stirs with the breeze.
Small feet swinging, beat
giggles;
“Daddy push me please!”
The wind blows
with it I move
retrospection stirs with the breeze.
“Higher Daddy!” “Higher!”
Faint, soft memories.
The wind blows
with it I move
longing stirs with the breeze.
Small feet, pump, pull and shriek;
“STOP, stop” “Daddy!” “Please”
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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