Just Reminiscing

I was digging in my closet this afternoon and I found this poem my daughter wrote for one of her classes and I just had to share it.  She called it:

My First Love

I've been told the worst part of flying is landing.

I've found this not to be true.

Seventeen- more than a magazine

More than an age

It's the gateway to adulthood.

Daddy used to toss me up in the air so playfully.

I'd always land so I could be tossed again.

This time I don't think I'll be landing soon

and it won't be Daddy catching me if I do.

See Daddy, you threw me really high this time

So high...

But I know why

You want me to really know 

what it means to fly.

See, the worst part of flying isn't the landing

It's knowing I won't land in those same arms 

I've come to love

As I begin my journey...

Here's to

My First Love