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Higher
The wind sketches
memories in the breeze.
Little feet move,
propelling giggles;
“Daddy, push me please!”
The wind draws
my memories,
transfixed by the breeze
“To the sky, Daddy! To the sky!”
Soft, faded memories,
The wind blows
and I move.
Longing hangs upon the breeze.
Small feet pumping shrieks;
“Stop, Daddy, stop!
Please?”
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Title; "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”
- by Deborah Guzzi, 2/10/09
Contest, by Deborah Guzzi
"Critcise ME, Take mY Verse & Turn it inside out Make YOUR own!”
Friday, July 23, 2010
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