I watch the ghost glider
She is lightly swinging in a methodical rhythm
Could it be the wind?
I look at the leaves on my honeysuckles
None of them are moving
Welcome, I say inside my head to the spirit child
I hear a small thank you
On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.
Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove
But the glider keeps on going
Once you’ve given it a start.
There are those, though, who still claim
That they can’t tell the two apart.
For to many, like my husband,
Neither one do they prefer.
When they sit down to relax,
They want no movement to occur.
That’s why stores that feature seating
Have assortments to provide
Chairs and couches that just sit there,
Plus the ones that rock and glide.
The green glider fell off the porch today
Broken into huge pieces
Destroyed by a large axe
Tragic accident I guess said mother
We kids snickered little bit
Knowing she wanted red
If Mama’s Glider Could Talk
Cold days, hot days, in between days,
The red glider rocked on the gingerbread porch;
Where Mama shucked beans, or mended seams,
And visited with comers all.
She was quiet, my Mama was
And would never repeat a tale,
Kept her opinions to herself,
And rocked the red glider well.
There was Dickie, the paper boy,
He told her of his girl,
And how his daddy abused him,
And Mama rocked the red glider well.
The young and lonely bride from across the street,
Came to visit, ‘til hubby finished his work day;
He wouldn’t take her out or help;
The little red glider rocked away.
Her own daughter and her intended,
Kissed there their first time in the fall,
Life lived and loved and grew on it,
And the little red glider rocked for it all.
Little children did “tricks” on the grass,
Daisies bloomed against the wall,
It was just old-time psychiatry,
And the little red glider heard it all.
A gentle glide high above
Nothing to hear
Except the flow of air
over my wings
I looked for you
far below
A sweet delight
to fly...
in such light
I carried you high,
in my heart
In to the light
In to the blue sky
Such blessed silence
over my wings
Wind rush
Suns's crush
I leave this earth,
for a brief time
Flying with the sun
Sublime
Thermals abound
Sun , all around
A sweet delight
To fly in such light
If I could see the wind,
see it flow over me
Gentle rolling blue sea
Such glee!
Towering cumulus
blinding white
In the fresh blue
Carrying me too
Such bliss!
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