My Grandmother's Swing
Where we'd sit for hours,
To hear the birds sing,
And watch the fledgelings soar.
She'd swing so slowly,
My head upon her lap,
Ever so slightly,
While I took my nap.
I miss my grandmother's swing,
From so long ago,
I was so young,
And she was growing old.
My grandmother's swing
Has long since gone,
Along with my Grandmother,
But not for long.
For I will be with her,
In her arms once more,
My head upon her lap,
And we will soar.
Like the fledgelings
Learning to fly,
We'll be in Heaven,
She and I.
Written By One Missouri Country Girl January 06, 2008
 
 
 
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