The Oscilate of Life

Her blonde head bounces as she clambers
over under the rail racing
toward swings

I gather her, encouraging caution
begging her to acknowledge
my fears

an underdog, I can hang on, she insists
see, places her little fingers solidly
on metal links.

baby blue seat is for another
child, an infant not her

caught

between wonder, awe or grief

my curls, my voice begging,
laughing  as I bounce from
an underdog

holding tightly as the sky greets
me

sun peeking through clouds
until darkness surrounds
the swing,

the laughter

holding tightly looking
for ground

leaving,
               returning,

             grey hair among the curls.

gkn April 2019