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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.


2 comments:

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.

me

Daniel Rucci said...

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