Sounds
As a child,
she enjoyed swinging to and fro like a pendulum,
enjoying the sweet sensation of the still air,
which felt like an ocean's breeze.
She enjoyed the sound of the swing,
which sounded rhythmically with the motion
of her tiny weight. Sometimes she was drawn
to the sound of the swing so much,
that she couldn't sometimes hear the sound
of thunder, as the graying clouds gathered in the sky.
Today,
she listens to the sound of the swing,
as she pushes her daughter to her bliss,
letting her laugh and chuckle as she did some years back.
Such moments take her back to the time neighbors knew
each other, and life wasn't that expensive.
Sounds of the swing act as a memory wormhole,
taking her from the present to the past,
and back again to the present.
Date of Entry: 21/10/2017
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