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The Swing and Me
My heart is racing for a ride
To swing up the air, I would glide.
Let all worries be forgotten
In moments of private smiles
As the swing takes me to the sky
Asking angels if they want a ride.
Clouds like soapy suds above speeding by
Once again, I smile and cry
“Hey clouds, rest your hastiness.
Come and glide down here.
Do you want to try?”
Little birds are flying close
Never minding the chains they see
Of burdens and sorrows
One’s heart has kept
These little birds know
At this very moment, she is free.
And, the sun is smiling unselfishly
After days of coal and tears
Right out here, a one happy day
Rip loneliness off a lonely swing
Strip my heart naked for at least
Two joyful subjects- the swing and me.
©Marites Mabugat-Simbajon, "The Swing and Me" ~a Poem, July 28.2013