The wind whisked soft curls from your eyes
as you giggled and swung up high
look mom, I can fly!
you called out a delightful cry
for an instant a wish filled my head
if only I could, I would
change your wooden swing
for golden wings instead
just for the joy to see you fly up high,
laugh out loud and touch the sky.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
The wind whisked soft curls from your eyes
as you giggled and swung up high
look mom, I can fly!
you called out a delightful cry
for an instant a wish filled my head
if only I could, I would
change your wooden swing
for golden wings instead
just for the joy to see you fly up high,
laugh out loud and touch the sky.
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