Shadows of My Childhood

Author’s Note: This poem is inspired by the cover image, taken by Me in Tuscon, AZ, USA. Swinging was always a favorite pastime for me as a child, thus the title: “Shadows of my Childhood.” I hope you enjoy this 13th poem in my self-challenge to write a poem a day. Click Here to read the 1st poem in this series. And, as always, Mahalo for reading! ❤

. . .

Rusted,

Hanging loosely —

Still, it sways from the last

Child who sat upon its seat —

Calling.

.

It calls

To me softly.

Memories of my youth —

Legs swaying wildly, laughing.

Happy.

.

Happy?

I used to be.

I remember glimpses —

Once upon a time, long ago.

Shadows.

.

Shadows

Of childhood,

Calling softly to me.

These shadows of my childhood —

Rusted.

. . .

© Lena Borondia 2022, all rights reserved

Previously published on Medium

. . .

🖤🖤🖤

*** If you would like to join Vocal+ and receive more returns on each story and be able to enter more challenges, please click HERE and use my referral link, which will help me earn a little more toward treats for my fur babies.

Author's Note: Thank you for honoring me with a read. If you've enjoyed what you've read, please click on the 🖤 and explore my other work. All reads, likes, tips, and pledges feed my writer's soul and give me the fuel to keep sitting down at my computer to bleed out words.

Xx - Lena