Agency on Aging

The Empty Swing

For all those parents who are happy to see their precious ones going back to school, here is a poem by a mom who yearns for the days when they could all fit snugly in her arms…… one more time.


Where are the cries of yesterday
Of little children at their play.
I see them clearly 'neath the trees
Swaying gently in the breeze.

I close my eyes and I see
All the things that used to be-
The tiny toddler's little feet
Struggling to climb into the seat.

I was there- just standing by
To help a little as he tried
So hard to get the swing to sway
It seems like only yesterday.

The years have gone so swiftly by
"Too fast for me," you hear me cry.
No one's there beneath the trees
Swaying gently in the breeze.

In my mind's eye, it's all so clear
To me those moments are so dear,
Why can't I go back in time
When these children still were mine!

Throughout their lives, I 'd like to be
Just standing by when they need me
To give them just a little shove
Now and then-- With All My Love.

Louise J. Tangarone June 8, 1978