My very first memory
Is of you throwing me in the air,
And catching me as I squealed in delight.
We used to play this game all the time.
Throw.
Catch.
Throw.
Catch.

But time sped by
And soon I was too old
And too heavy for you to throw me.
But you still always manage to catch me.

Remember that time I fell off my bike?
Remember when I was scared
To ski the double black diamond?
I cried, but you picked me up.
Time and time again you pick me up as I am falling
Into a pit of my own fear.

You may say it's like that game
we used to play
when I was younger.
But it's not.
For I know that you will always be there to catch me,
To heal my wounds before I let them blister.