The first time I sat on this swing

Was when I was young and free

And believed anything was possible. 

I'd sit back with a wide grin, 

Wind whooshing through my hair

As someone pushed me from behind,

Encouraging me all the way.

The next time I sat on the swing

Was when I was young and rebellious.

I was still young, 

But I thought I was so much older,

Bolder,

I took my first steps on my own,

And swung with no one behind me,

Relishing independence and new opportunity.

The next time I swung,

I swung with people beside me,

Laughing and smiling, 

Brimming with stories to be told,

And jokes to be made,

I learned about trust and friendship. 

This time, 

I see the swing from behind,

And it's my turn to do the pushing.

Holding her delicate hand in mine, 

I learn responsibility and unconditional love. 

Now, I am alone,

With no one behind or beside me.

The swing grinds to a halt,

And as I take my last breath, 

I smile for the last time. 

And now, I learn contentment.