did you see us swing under a great tree
under a canopy of white lights, strung like pearls on fire
under twinkling mason jars, glassy fruit, we swung
your daddy pushed us and you smiled and laughed
with each arch we drew in the night air
i held you tight and felt your downy hair on my lips
time stopped to watch you fly
charmed,
your mother
1 comment:
wow. so poetic and beautiful. you gotta frame that or something, les. that was so great.
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