No shouts of joy, no shrieks of broken toy…
An expanse of uneasy silence filled the air..
Where once sat a boy, brimming with a smile so coy..
The roped ride felt so heavy, devoid of his weight…
Now he is not here to annoy, to laugh at his own ploy…
The wetness in the eyes tell the tale of the lad long gone…
Left behind as his deploy, still stands that rusted alloy…
No right it has to stay there and be remembered as the empty swing!
Beautiful. Keep up the awesome job!!
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful. ☺
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Poignant story. No right it has to stay there without him. Lovely lines!
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Thank you so much 😊
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