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The Empty Swing

The neighbors had a baby with the most beautiful laugh. When they pushed her in a swing I saw, and I listened. They were my closest neighbors. I opened my windows. Their baby’s laugh was tinkling and pretty, it made my soul smile. One day they stopped bringing her outside. I watched for her for weeks and weeks, but she never returned. I always wondered what happened to her. These neighbors went in and out but without any children. I felt sad when I stared at their baby’s empty swing. They moved away, and I always wondered….

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Date: 3/31/2022 10:36:00 AM
Oh my, Caren, this is so scary to me. I think, after a while, I would have gone over and inquired. Strange, indeed! Gave me chills!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/31/2022 12:27:00 PM
Thank you Hank. I saw a photo of a swing without a child in it and BAM this poem came swiftly into my head.

Book: Shattered Sighs