Pushing

So much to do
So much I could be doing
So much I want to do,
But here I am...
Pushing.
Push... push... push...
She says she wants to stay on the swing forever,
And I believe her.
Every now and then there'll be a giggle
Or a comment on the trees or the dogs in the park
As I push... push... push...
We sing a song
I whistle to the birds and she tells me what to say
Other children come and go
And I push... push... push...
We talk about ponies and pink things
Of school and friendships forming
She tells me tales of the teachers that I don't believe for a second.
Clouds come and go, rain drizzles,
And I push...push...push...
She counts to twenty, missing half the numbers
Tells me she wants to go higher, faster
Face fixed wide in a smile
For a simple swing.
And I realize there's nowhere I'd rather be
Nothing I'd rather do
Than push... push... push.