View from a Swing
Once upon a time a girl swung in a park.
She almost reached the trees.
Teasing those leaves with her touch,
She rebelled, embraced, dreamed.
And yet one day walked away.
Almost never to remember.
Until memory came flooding back
at the side of such a precious daughter
and dreamt the same dreams
under new leaves too familiar to be strangers.
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Beautifully Written. I remember the first time I played on the swings with my son. It brought back my childhood so quickly and intensely. My husband too just recently was reminded of the fun of swings at the park. Oh how the little things bring us back.