Swing of Summer

July 18, 2014

I hear the swing, reminds me of summer
I used to push you on a seat of rubber
The grins you used to give your mother
The creak back and forth hitting the lumber
As you grew older, we didn’t mean to smother
We backed away, enough space to hover
We wanted you to be happy like when you were younger
Was it our fault? We still wonder
To walk into your room, where I discover
Your body still swinging, like in summer

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