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….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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