Times Past | Teen Ink

Times Past MAG

By Anonymous

   



"Swing me, Daddy! Swing me!"

Red canvas shoes bound across the linoleum floor.

A gentle tug at the knee of your pants

Makes you look down to the halo of golden curls,

Whose shine cannot compare

To the radiant glow emanating from that little round face.

A single glance into its greenish-brown gems

Discloses your weakness for a little girl's plea.

The gems sparkle anew as big, rough hands encircle tiny wrists.

With a silent heave the shoes take flight,

While shrieks of delight accompany the exhilaration

Of soaring through the air

At the end of Daddy's outstretched arms.





Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 1 comment.


i love this so much!