TLT: Those Loving Hands That Pushed My Swing

 

Eons ago, your loving hands pushed my swing, up and down, back and forth,
pushing harder and harder, you encouraged me to fly.
Explore, expand your horizon,go forward, have faith,I will be waiting, you said.
Today I am ready to push, but you are gone, those loving hands will push no more.

three line tales week 37: swing with chairs in the background


Three Lines Tale – Week Thirty Seven

 

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

13 thoughts on “TLT: Those Loving Hands That Pushed My Swing”

    1. All your comments were going to the spam folder. I am not sure why.
      Thanks for reading and visiting.
      Swing is a metaphor for childhood and those loving hands are the hands of parents who guided and pushed.

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  1. This is so beautifully written! I have no idea why I haven’t seen any of your posts in my email since Sept. 24th. Please forgive me for not following or commenting recently. I’m noticing this with other blogs I follow and not sure how to correct it.

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