Citatepedia^®.com

Swing Free

The ground moving, the sky shaking.
The infinite thrill as I go higher and higher. Holding on for dear life, hoping that I don't let go. Laughing with excitement, never wanting this moment to end. Then someone calls that it's time to go and I realise that I must stop. The chains jingle, the ground crunches beneath my feet. 'Can I have just one more go mummy? ' I asked in my cheeky little voice. 'No darling it's time to go' came the reply as she took hold of my hand and took me home.

These days I go alone, no longer the little child I used to be. I sit on the same swing set and dream of being a kid again. I push off with my feet but no matter how high I go it doesn't have the same feeling it did when I was small. The ground matted down by all the years, the chains rusted with time and it's apparent that I'm definitely not a kid anymore.

poem by Rachel Branscombe
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!