Life Is a Swing
In life I need Dad
to push me forward.
Soon I come back,
Just like a swing
Dad tenderly pushes
Me forward-
I feel free.
Then, I swing back,
Safely, in Dad's arms
He pushes a little harder
I fly higher
and touch the leaves.
Then, I am back,
Safely, in Dad's arms.
He pushes again,
It's hard to go
Yet, I know.
I can come back;
Safe again, in Dad's arms.
Copyright © Theresa Edwards | Year Posted 2011
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