Sitting in the neighbor’s rusted swing
With my daughter in my lap-
Felt sad-
Said the day would come
When I could no longer hold her. She replied,
“I can sit beside you. You can always
Hold my legs.” Innocence too charming
To smother with laughter or words…
Joy was in the swinging-
Violets under the weeping willow,
Magnolia in great bloom with velvety
Brown petals at its base…
Began to wonder why on earth
I would want to hold your legs while
Rusted swing squeaked us back and forth.