The Large Blue Swing

It was really a simple thing Four chains holding a large plank Suspended from the ceiling A big blue swing Summer at its peak Heat touching 45 degrees Cousins all crammed up On a large blue swing Listening to granny’s stories The distant fan slowly whirring Laughing and giggling at nothing On a large blue swing Plate in hand my brother would sit at its end Pretending to drive an airplane Never knew planes did not have steering On the large blue swing Sometimes when no one was around I’d sit on it with outstretched hands Barely touching both its ends yet feeling like a queen On a large blue swing With my favourite cousin sometimes I’d sit Munching hot salted peanuts Pouring out our deepest secrets On a large blue swing At noon in granny’s lap I’d lie And listen to her lullaby Soon asleep, without a worry in life On a large blue swing Like the swing her hopes never ran high She spoke to me of days gone by Looking beautiful, despite a toothless smile On a large blue swing. Today it is no more there With grandma it slowly passed away But memories still remain On the large blue swing.