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Barbara Attaway

Rookie (Beaumont, Texas, USA)

''Let The Cat Die''


'Higher, higher, swing me higher, Dad-o!
I can almost touch those leaves with my big toe...
I did it! I touched them! Now we can let the cat die, Dad-o.'

Being in cahoots with my best buddy
Stealing apple-tarts with my crony
Plotting with my hide-and-seek comrade
Gleaning encouragement from my biggest fan
Mine was a memorable childhood

That was a mighty tall order
Touching those top leaves was high priority
He was a mighty tall grandpa at six-three, Dad-o

With arms and love strong enough to push me
High as I cared to go
His white hair blew in the breeze
His white teeth smiled
My white knuckles held tightly the rope swing

He would have never 'let the cat die'
That only meant he wouldn't push any longer
And I could fall backward when I got brave enough...

Right back into his big strong hugging arms

Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006
Edited: Thursday, February 07, 2008

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  • Rookie Divij C (5/2/2009 9:07:00 AM)

    ya its a pretty simply put emotion takes back to your memory....would agree with jerzegirl's comment you would be lucky to have that memory still alive if it is....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bonnie Earnest (4/5/2008 1:09:00 PM)

    I've swung like this myself. I loved it. Then I would lean back and see the world upside down. I'm wondering...........does anyone know where the phrase, 'Let the cat die' originated? We would swing as high as we could possibly swing, then we would just 'let the cat die.' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jerzegirl *~~ (1/11/2007 5:21:00 PM)

    I can just picture you on that swing, toes streched out as far as your little legs would allow. Lucky you to have such a memory (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Chuck Audette (12/8/2006 9:39:00 AM)

    Generates a wonderful image. Like the white-white-white trilogy of lines, and the odd phrase (a Texas thing?) . -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Danny Reynolds (5/11/2006 4:07:00 AM)

    A sweet memory, worthy of immortalising, and a great title for those not in the know.
    Danny (Report) Reply

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