Sarah

14

Little arms flail in
crisp air
as she dives down the
huge-giant-monstrous slide,
giggling the entire way down,
DaDa waiting at the bottom
to catch her.
Those were the days.

Mud-caked hands tightly
grasp
the swing as she soars
high enough to
steal the stars,
Daddy swinging along
beside her.
Those were the days.

Sweaty palms cling to
handlebars
as she drives her
pretty pink bicycle
around the newly-planted grass,
Dad gleaming at his daughter
from behind.
Those were the days.

A little-baby-tiny slide
sits next to a rusty, ancient swing-set
atop of worn grass
as she admires
the playground.
She now dives into a grander
playground, as she aims to steal
the stars and drive her way through
high school.
These are the days.