I remember...

I remember bright sunny days on the swing set as we flew higher and higher and reached for the sky (though I was scared to go so high)
and then you did what I knew you would
and, shrieking your joy, jumped from your perch — and for a second, I thought you would fall,
but you froze silhouetted against that blue blue sky
and sort of drifted back to earth, but still I swung on that little piece of rubber and those heavy metal chains and you shaded your eyes and looked up at me.

"Jump." Your lips formed the word and it echoed in my ears. "Jump."

And you jumped and then there you were, encouraging me; you jumped, and as always, I followed.