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The Lonely Swing

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.



Autumn leaves fly

Relaxing to the wind

A heartbroken mother cries

As she sits and stares at the lonely swing

She blames her self

If only she paid a bit more attention

She loves her little angel above anything else

But now her mind is locked in detention

They went to the store to get a present for dad’s birthday

It was going to be a big surprise

Then a drunk driver came their way

And took little Gabriel’s life

Her mother remembered how much she loved to swing

As she held her favorite toy

And that cute little song she used to sing

She made her joy

But there it is, squeaking in the wind

No joy of a child, just a lonely swing

Tears ran down her mother’s face as the memories hit hard

Blaming herself, should have been a better guard

But little Gabriel is in the bosom of the Lord

Where all children will be

When they leave this worldly ward

To spend eternity.

© 2019 Clive Williams