Sharing a Swing

We're at a hotel and here is the thing - Henry and Nana discover a swing. It's more like a bench but suspended on chains; The stress disappears and pure calmness remains. We sit and we rock and I sing every song While Henry just listens or hums along. Whoever walks past tries to get a "Hi!" But tucking his head, Henry's stranger-shy. The world could explode and I wouldn't move. It's Henry and me - nothing more to prove, For love and contentment have taken hold; It's my one compensation for getting old.