Deep in My Feelings...

She may have been 4 or 5, but what she remembers most is flying high She stared at the trees as they complemented the sky She flew and flew and then flew some more Until whoever was pushing her couldn't do it anymore As the children screamed on slides and monkey bars, she was silent on the swing With nothing but the trees and sky to make her really feel free She never tired of swinging at the church playground She was invisible, but there in the sky, she was found Trusting that swing was she bravest thing she had ever done Until she birthed a baby girl; then her life had truly begun Her little one was so beautiful, she forgot all about the swings Until she took her child to the park one day in the Spring She set her in the seat and pushed her very gently And her little girl smiled and giggled relentlessly Her daughter's gaze went up as she started to push her way up high And her baby girl's smile grew as she stared at the trees in the sky