Playing Swings

Two kids on the playground
A playground called the world
I asked you to play swings
Grabbed your hand, fingers curled

I held both chains as you sat
You looked back with a smile
To get going I pulled you close
Pushed you away, pushed you a mile

You did swing magnificently
Pushed you away and right back you came
Got you high, to such great heights
High as the sun, one and the same

You kept looking back
To see that I was still there
And you kept looking forward
You trusted me, had no care

Every few seconds
Touching your back with both hands
Warm and gentle, then releasing
Anticipating each time they land

The wind took up with your hair
That’s when you closed your eyes
Back arched, smelled the air’s scent
Imagining a Cardinal when it flies

The breeze tugged at your dress
A site I could witness for hours
I would forever be your boy
If it was within my powers

Always thought you’d come back
I never imagined you’d jump
Find myself running my finger
Across our initials in that stump

That day we played swings
Became the children we are
The fondest memory made
I hold it near, never far