On The Swing

I could have been doing laundry

I could have been doing the dishes.

I could have been mopping the floor.

Instead, I walked up to my grandparents house.

Stuck my butt on the old wooden swing.

Where I had sat as a little bitty thing.

Gave it a quick tug to be sure it would hold.

Grabbed the ropes.

Pushed with my feet.

Leaned back.

Folded my legs.

Pulled back on the ropes.

Threw myself into it.

Rose higher and higher.

Floating, with a feeling like I had not felt in so long.

As I soared higher.

The wind blew my hair.

And I felt..as if…I…might…fly.

 

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