A poem by Zephaniah
“Higher, higher, higher!” she shouts,
“You’re not pushing me, high enough!
I want to touch the sky,
Put my head in the clouds,
See the sun, the stars, the moon.”
“Careful… careful”, he responds,
“Not too high now, what if you fall.
It’s dangerous and scary, what if you hurt yourself?”
“I won’t hurt myself,” she replies,
Smiling, she looks out, assured,
“You’ll be there to catch me if I fall.”
Zephaniah 