Thursday, February 10, 2011


An empty swing swaying in the breeze,
silently holds a story
Whispers of laughter and joy,
squeals and chatter
Memories of the children that are now grown
Adults forgotten the swings that brought joy
The simplicity of swinging back and forth,
the tickles in the tummy
The wishing to reach the sky
the clouds, birds and airplanes
The haunting stillness of the swing,
brings a reminder
Joy can be found in the simplest of things 

1 comment:

  1. Best poem ever, love the way it really brings back those raw memories of days gone by