He was the first man in my life.
It was upto him to make me smile
I used squeal as he threw me up,
And when I swung away I was assured
I' d swing back.
Somehow, before I returned, he just went too far.
He was my dad.
We all play the game,
Quite a risky one.
This time it involved my heart
Once you hold on,
You never let go.
That's a rule, most don't know.
Sharing glances stolen, ceased moments of pride and glee,
These are times, one is forced to believe, in a magic, a miracle only those involved can see.
— The End —