The Lonely Swing
Ghost
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
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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
