The old swing creaked

Back and forth

Reminding her of painful memories

And of a carefree childhood

Which was not allowed to flourish

The groans of wooden timbers

Echo through her mind

Memories once held dear

Now only bring regret

Sounds of playful laughter


Before it could reach maturity

A small hand grasping hers

Once warmed the heart and soul

And yet…

No longer

The old swing creaks ever still

But the jovial child

Who once mastered its flight

Is quiet