Theresa Edwards Poet Narrative

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.

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Theresa Edwards May 12, 2011 at 9:53 PM Written in memory of my Dad and the many times he pushed me in the swings at White Rock Lake; and then pushed me to be all that I can be.

Gabrielle Wolcott May 12, 2011 at 9:49 PM Thats a great metaphor. I think idea requires a little more thought because it's a little rough... I appreciate the analogy though!