'Higher, higher, swing me higher, Dad-o! <br />I can almost touch those leaves with my big toe... <br />I did it! I touched them! Now we can let the cat die, Dad-o.' <br /> <br />Being in cahoots with my best buddy <br />Stealing apple-tarts with my crony <br />Plotting with my hide-and-seek comrade <br />Gleaning encouragement from my biggest fan <br />Mine was a memorable childhood <br /> <br />That was a mighty tall order <br />Touching those top leaves was high priority <br />He was a mighty tall grandpa at six-three, Dad-o <br /> <br />With arms and love strong enough to push me <br />High as I cared to go <br />His white hair blew in the breeze <br />His white teeth smiled <br />My white knuckles held tightly the rope swing <br /> <br />He would have never 'let the cat die' <br />That only meant he wouldn't push any longer <br />And I could fall backward when I got brave enough... <br /> <br />Right back into his big strong hugging arms<br /><br />Barbara Attaway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-the-cat-die/
