We came across it on our walk…
a pleasant surprise see…
next to where Freddie (an old friend’s) house once stood…
was a swing hanging from her tree.
We think about Freddie whenever we pass her tree…
you never knew what surprises she had in store…
and we knew that swing hanging from her tree
wasn’t there the day before.
So I sat on the swing…to honor Freddie…
and as I swung beneath her tree….
It’s was as if Freddie’s childlike sprit…
had found it’s way to me.
I remembered my first time swinging as a child…
with my parents smiling by proud…
telling me if I swing high enough
I could tickle the sky with my toes..
and listen to the laughter of the clouds.
I remember as I got better at swinging…
what satisfaction it would bring…
when I would leave my sitting position
and stand up on the swing.
I remember getting so good
being able to swing so high
that at the top of the arc I would jump off…
and for a moment…I could fly.
I’m a little too old for tricks now…
but I was still feeling proud…
when I swung so high my toes touched the sky
and I heard the laughter of the clouds.
And as I sat there…swinging back and forth
higher and higher under her tree…
from somewhere up on the clouds I imagined
Freddie was smiling at me.
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