Old Porch Swing
The breeze suddenly came upon
The deserted worn seat
Moving ever so slightly
As if we were there again…
It was a summer afternoon
You looked so pretty in your pink top
You had set lemonade for two
As my thoughts wandered and wouldn’t stop
Your hand gently touched mine
And I trembled, nervous, but so happy
We were young and so naïve
That was a time that meant so much to me
We spoke the better part of the day
Until your mom called you for evening meal
I wanted so much to stay and hoped
That you felt what I was beginning to feel
As that old porch swing is where it began
I knew I loved you when you touched my hand
I see us there right now, so wonderfully clear
I see it darling, as if you were here
Foot after foot, up your porch steps
That evening after our very first date
Hand in hand to that swing we had walked
I had no concern if it was getting late
I knew then and know now, the feelings inside
They were strong, undeniably alive
I can feel them with me here and now
I carry you always, here inside
As that old porch swing is where it began
I knew I loved you when you touched my hand
I see us there right now, so wonderfully clear
I see it darling, as if you were here
You may be gone, love, but know this true
It’s your love I relive and of which I sing
As I sit on this porch on this warm summer day
You’re right next to me on our old porch swing
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011
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