The grass has given way to dirt.
The place their little feet drag across
when it's their along waited time.
The hours spent "holding on."
The day goes by and the sun is melting behind them. Their feet so dirty that I wonder if this time they will come clean. The smiles that this one simple swing brings.
The tears come as well. Falling, scraping, not enough time on their beloved swing before they have to give it up to another.
I look out my front door and realize this summer is gone and I pray that I didn't waste it.