“Daddy…let us go cloud surfing,” the anxious little girl cried out loudly with glee
Chuckling, her father led the way, as soon he lowered her, from his aching knee
Soon they began to taxi…faster and faster, down the worn out old runway
The small jet then lifted off, heading for the sky, that billowing cloudy day
A glorious spring day, it was a bit windy, on the ground they saw kids flying kites
Beaming at her father, her hero, for he was a seasoned pilot, who had flown many flights
“Look no hands,” he smiled and teased her, as he fingers briefly left the steering yoke
Her eyes wide in fear, her piercing orbs glared, “Daddy, you need to fly, this is no joke!”
“Oh, daddy look!” “That cloud right above us, don’t you see the beautiful angel with wings?”
Lovingly, looking at her, his precious gem…replying, I do, in the other clouds too…so many things.”
They reached the perfect altitude, with miles of massive clouds, the sky’s gallery of art for the day
Then, they hit a pocket of turbulence, surfing the clouds, bouncing here and fro…a jets jolly play
She too, grew up to be a pilot, at the airport she heard, her daughters pleading…amongst the crowd
For her precious her young daughter, had also caught the fever, and desire to surf in the clouds
©Annette (Wengert) Tarpley
9/28/2023
Awwww I love this ❤️