Of you pushing me on the rusty swing,
that creaked with every movement.
I can still fondly recall how I giggled softly at each push.
The scent of sweet jasmine filled the warm air, surrounding and
As we gazed upwards, to a starry sky,
I remember the amazement I felt
on seeing my first shooting star.
I gasped, you held my hand,
I smiled at you lovingly
"Make a wish darling! you said.