father, just once

i often find myself staring at the fathers of those i am most acquainted with the bald ones, the bearded ones, the short ones, the tall ones but i do not care as to what they look like i only care to see you just once to see you push me on a swing to see you carry me on your shoulders but i never got to see you maybe i never will maybe i will never want to but maybe, just maybe you could push me on a swing just once