Heart of the Swing
Heart of the Swing1 min 19 1 min 19
Dangling swing, loosely from an end
The gardener thrust the shovel in it's flank
to push it aside.
I can't cry but I shall share my woe
to the two endearing souls
when for rakshabandhan they
He heard my whimper and sneered.
They won't come now
you keep hanging here
till the new owner tears
your shreds, comfort yourself at
The sellers croon and groan
to pay nothing for your
clanging you side to side
to test your might.
Poor swing just lolled at the harsh words
and the future yet untold.
It still felt the breeze
it still felt the cries`
me first, me first, they would fight.
But I was just big to hold them both right.
Hours together they stayed in his lap.
He stroked them gently through the whispering
Hushed a lullaby almost at dusk.
Gently they would play him and leave behind a cheerful smile.
The house stronghold shatters,
brother fought the brother
the story of swing remains untold.
Car stops, hearken the voices, who came
but the sister, salvages the household
brings it to pristine glory retold.
One last time she gives up everything
just for the dangling swing, laden with memories
Calls them both and ties the dangling end.
Together they mend the broken fence
Together they sit and tie the sacred ends.