ProjectMisty: Swingset

I don’t remember the day, that swing-set went away…. 
but, I know one day it was gone.

It was a treasure, though it had rust on it’s bars 

and if we fell, we’d see stars,

and of course it’s squeaks were a song.

I liked that the swing let us share, 

were we’d sit with our thick golden hair. 

One left and one right, we’d swing with our might, 

exploding with glee as we tried to climb to the sky. 

It occurs to me now after many days since,

 that we have not shared a swing in years. 

Until THAT Saturday, in fact… 

that we never again would… 

was NEVER one of my fears.

Hey little sister, you're really great 

And it's killing me to see you in your state.

Please come back and come back soon,

 we're getting tired of this spoon.  

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