The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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The Skyscraper

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Don’t you just feel like weeping? I do. I feel like weeping for just about everything. I want off this crazy roller coaster. I used to like it but now I don’t. I used to like the scared feeling and sound of the clickety clack slowly creeking as the car rode to the top not knowing just when you would be perched at the tippy top for that interminable moment before the drop. I just want off. I want to yell at the man “Stop I made a mistake! I don’t like this ride!” But the bar has come down across my lap and no one can hear me so I am going to hold on tight and try to remember that I was the girl who sat on the very top of the Skyscraper ride.

I sat on the top step and my best friend sat on the bottom every time that ride came on to our block. And if I heard the music from the ride on the next block I ran as fast as I could, hopped the fence while my friend walked slowly all the way around the corner. I would arrive breathless and thrilled and wait for her to slowly climb onto the first step. As the motor started I would squeal with excitement and scream at the top of my lungs “Go higher”!!! “Go faster”!!!

Those were the days.