Just One More Time

Do you remember, my young brother, those days we spent racing out on a sweet summer's eve to that old tire swing that hung from our favorite oak?

Do you remember, my young brother, when you begged and pleaded for the simple force that would make our tire move in a sweeping motion that put a smile upon your face?

Do you remember, my young brother, when you constantly asked for this simple object to be pushed higher and higher up into the sky?

Do you remember, my young brother, the times when you talked your way through me in order to keep me around to enjoy this moment with you?

Do you remember, my young brother, when your laugh burst through the air and became contagious to everyone as you swung so high into the clouds?

My young brother, do you remember, those final words you always said to me as the swing came to a sudden halt, words I swear to never forget, "Sissy, will you push me just one more time??"