Pull me,
Pull me through this obstacle course.
I’ll clutch the sides,
You’ll fold your fingers into the handle.
I’ll feel my heart rise,
Like a bird chirping in the morning,
Like the laughter of a newborn,
Like a family being together.
Don’t groan,
Don’t groan at how heavy I am,
Or at how the handle is giving you blisters.
Just smile,
Smile at the togetherness,
At the juvenile fun that we can still have.
We’ll rumble through,
My pony-tail bouncing, hitting my neck,
Up and down.
Plants will hit my face,
You will step on rocks,
We’ll barrel on, and when we get tired,
We’ll sit on a stump and
Drink juice boxes,
Smiling.
And I’ll feel my heart rise,
Like lying out in the sun on a summer day,
Like waking up on Christmas morning,
Like being with you.