i feel your hands on my back ,
as you push me higher and higher ,
the sun touchs my face ,
as we laugh together ,
and when i get high enough ,
you sit beside me and swing to ,
Now i am older ,
your hands no longer push me higher ,
the sun is gone ,
there is no laughter ,
just silence ,
a tear begins to fall ,
and i become weak ,
and the swing beside me is empty ,
but so am i ..
Comments4
Very nice
id give it an eleven if i could
really wow thanks :$
is the encouraging hand limited to childhood?
yees
lovely! touching! now this is one of my favourates!!
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