Grandma and Grandpas Swing
My grandfather put up the swing when he courted grandma
I know it had a history only known to the two of them
It was always there, in the thirty-seven years I knew them.
The day grandfather died, I watched the swing fly up in the air
Grandma materialized briefly and smiled at me.
That’s how I knew he had made it to heaven.
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