clear and present

which a more poignant

memory that he threw

me or that i fell into his

arms full of glee laughing

willing to go again until his

limbs grown weary from tossing

turned rubber and the fear of

missing shown real in his eyes at

3 i could not imagine a world where

he would not catch me so i screamed out

‘again’ demanding this game

never end requiring both flight and the

assurance of his arms folding around me

holding me tight i don’t know which brought

me more joy the thrill of being airborne

2 feet above his 5’9″ frame or the faithful

landing in his arms


10 Comments Add yours

  1. heyannis says:

    I love the pictures this poem brings to my mind. I can see the little girl (you) laughing and never tiring of this game. Thank you. xoA

    1. thanks for reading. you know i always appreciate your feedback.

  2. Thank you for sharing the joy in this moment of your 3 year old self, it was wonderful to read. Visiting from OctPoWriMo.

    1. thank you for visiting. i appreciate the read.

  3. A lovely moment of joy captured. I can see my children being thrown and caught by their father, squealing with delight and terror at the same time.

    1. thanks for reading. i appreciate the visit.

  4. zannierose says:

    I can hear that eternal laughter of delight

    1. thank you for reading. i appreciate it.

  5. Anke says:

    I love the safety found in the landing in his arms. Such a fun image.

    1. being a daddy’s girl was fun! thanks for the read.

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