It is difficult
To remember
The me who
Once was seven
Do you find the same to be true?
Oh, there are glimpses
Flashes of childhood
Aided by photographs
And the reciting
Of stories at
Family gatherings-
I believe at seven
Happy outweighed sad
And freedom came
When swinging way up high
High enough to touch the sky
Then bravely jumping out
It is difficult
To remember
The me who
Once was seven
But I am grateful
For her spirit
Continuing
To reside in me
Even when I’m afraid
To jump out of the swing
Piano Girl 
oh, those were the days of pure joy!!
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They were! And now I see them in my granddaughter. 🩷
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JERRY WELLER: Flying
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A swing set anchored in the backyard sings as grandpa pushes little Cordelia.
“Higher!” she pleads.
“Your toes already touch the sky!” grandpa cheers.
“I want to fly like birds!” she thrills.
Cordelia’s mother arrives with lemonade, chiding, “Please settle down!”
Cordelia leaps, always will, leaving anchored things far below.
Jerry Weller is a long-time writer and teacher who lives with his wife, cats, and dogs, in the countryside north of Lake Ontario, Canada.
50 word story….you ought to send something to them!
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I love this one: playful and jaunty 🙂 a great ending —
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Thank you, John. 💛
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I think our fearful life begins when we realize our ageing process has begun …
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I think you’re right, Ivor. Hugs.
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Love those carefree moments. Swinging makes you feel like a kid again.
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Yes. We need to take advantage of those moments more often. 😊
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Yes!!!!!! We must!
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