Swing Time

At the playground, near the swings, A memory emerged. My husband brought it up And from my brain cells, feelings surged. "You ever stand up on a swing?" He asked; I said, "Of course!" It was a sweet experience, Lacking in remorse. To stand up there and clutch the chains And pump my knees for height, The wind a'whipping through my hair Was total pure delight. That said, would ever I allow My grandkids such a thrill? Perhaps when they are seventeen Or even more, I will.