[kgraybill]

Push me Papa

Push me Papa, I heard many a day
How I love to hear those words you say

Higher… Higher yelled with a grin
Coming back down entering a spin

Leaning back to look at the sky
No rhyme or reason or wondering why

Floating and twirling, rise and fall
No worries here, you’re above it all

Standing back I watch you and smile
Laughed so hard and laughed for a while

Papa Papa, push me again

Now it’s cold and that tire hangs lonely and still
Come next spring, Yes I will

“Push me Papa” I’ll wait to hear
And see those smiles I hold so dear.