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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Empty Swing

You never got the chance to swing,
I never got to push.

The grass grew thick where feet should scrape,
If feet had reached for sky.

Your laughter I could never hear,
Although with tears I tried.

But in my heart you'll soar so high,
An empty swing goodbye.


Your Mommy said...

That is shockingly beautiful, son, because it is breathtakingly real. My heart is hugging your heart at all times, especially when both our hearts are breaking, and I love you, forever and ever, amen.


Daniel Rucci said...

Wow, Bill. I don't know what to say other than thank you for giving us this poem.