HOLDING ON                   

I'm a kid again, flying in circles around my dad.
"Hold on!" I scream as a dizzy blur of traffic,
Trees and summer grass race by.
He laughs at me, then shifts to supersonic
speed.
I hear the wind and turn my head to see
His smiling face relishing the joy
Of giving joy away.

OPEN THE DOOR                   

Open the door and let its swinging breathe
  Life into the room.
There's fresh air in your smile and blue sky
  In your every word.
Sit on my softest chair and tell me all about
  Today's adventures
Before you have to leave. I'll bring the
  Milk and apple pie.

Open the door and scatter all the dusty
  Shadows of the past.
Chase the tears with gentle hands upon
  My sandy cheeks.
Hold me tightly with your eyes and
  "I love you's."
Just open the door and wish you didn't
  Have to leave again.