Take me back to an easier time. A time when my biggest worry was falling over and hurting my knees, or having to eat all my dinner, including the peas.
Take me back to a time when time was no object, or a foreign object that couldn't be told.
Take me back to a time when responsibilities were redundant. Whereas, now, they're more than abundant.
Take me back to a time when life was so easy, running around so much I'd now feel queasy.
Take me back to the time when our family was a five, nearly 13 years ago, when Dad was alive.
Take me back to the time when he taught to cycle and lent me his phone to text my 'boyfriend', Michael.
Take me back to your jokes and the fun we had, it might be 13 years, but I still miss you, Dad.