Swing Sets and Jungle Gym

When, while a father with two young girls, ah charming children indeed both wrapped around mine middle finger, whose playful rebukes this papa did heed (who wished for a son), he never did breed) aplomb (fig your at Tivoli) found me taking their fruitful lead apple lee going bananas acceptable mischievous behavior harmless misdeed from this grown man, sir render ring self to land flat on me bum as if drunk from mead where playfulness my creed years ago that streamed by at lightspeed, I experienced a manifest destiny that freed Aladdin side me, those decades, sans long gone fatherhood plus roles he learned to succeed recalling catfights ('twixt daughters) he refereed who cherished those offspring, he did seed reckons adult opportunity gifted yours truly mentoring with excellence they did excede to let loose once, and always frightened lad, healthy development anxiety did impede his spontaneity damned and leveed, thus renaissance awoke to relive boyhood, and prior to parenthood, would be less apt to concede how natural to bond with progeny fostered by being keyed into esprit de corps of biological charges, now grown without need, nor want of this sudden embarrassment person, whose absence in mein kampf did bleed unstaunched sadness till affixing available spare time with books to read, and poems to write attempting to feed an errant stray tear every now and again, more pronounced as father time guaranteed begetting precious bundles of joy, how pedestrian days of yore like a tumbleweed rocketed them thru preschool, kindergarten... high school, college now this doddering doth oft attempt (with futility) to reach them... even cherished memories insync with Jack and Jill Truck klaxon dost recede.