I learned of love and life and so much more. . .
on this old and cherished swing.
In the arms of a grandmother filled with love
I learned of many things.
The summer evenings and spring afternoons
spent in this special place . . .
will remain with me throughout my life . . .
and never be replaced.
Unlike many other things
the years have stolen from our days . . .
The joy of swings and hours there
need not go away.
For on my porch there hangs another swing . . .
much like my memories.
If offers pleasure, peace and joyfull hours
and will always be with me.
Dreams are spun and books are read,
while moving to and fro . . .
lives are touched forever . . .
as throughout our days we go.
Moving in the summer breeze . . .
feeling the warmth of spring,
are but only parts of the wondrous peace . . .
sitting in a swing can bring.
To and fro . . . and back and forth . . .
my life is like the swing . . .
always moving . . . changing
comings . . . goings . . . new and different things.
A grandmother now, I swing the child . ..
with new memories to make.
Giggling, whispering, spending time
a gift that from my swing they'll take.
But like the swing, life continues on
not remaining still for long . . .
I can wait for God's breeze to come along. . .
or push off renewed and full of song.
Hours in a swing are treasures
and they are still mine today.
For to and fro . . . are the days of my life.
Tomorrow I may not know.
Today I can rest in my swing, held by His love . . .
joyfully swinging . . . to and fro.
©2000 Susan Misty Taggart
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