MA (March 27,1951 / India)

The Thrill

Oh, the thrill of swinging on the swing,
I felt as if i had wings.
Now as my granddaughter shrills
As she pushes herself with her little feet,
Going to and fro at a speed,
Screaming and showing of with glee-
Now you can’t catch me.
Through her infectious joy and pride
I relieve
My childhood memories

by Mamta Agarwal

Comments (2)

The swing is that special thing which memories of past bring! We all still love to swing! Though for some it stays as a mere decoration piece in their balcony! -Raj Nandy
A lovely poem, Mamata. I felt the thrill too of your grand daughter.