We swing together, side by side.
Our feet are up the air
Until they block out the sun above us.
You are too big now
For me to push you.
You want to do it your own way,
Like I taught you:
Push your legs out,
Once you are off the ground,
Then tuck them back under.
Legs straight, then bent,
Straight, bent, straight, bent.
I am so glad you can do things for yourself
More and more everyday.
That is what I am here for, after all.
But it is also hard
To be less needed,
Soon you will no longer believe my silly lies
Like my chocolate is only for grown ups
And the park is closed in the early mornings
When it is raining.
One day we will not play together on these swings at all.
But at the moment
It is time for the seesaw
Which remains, for now,
A game for the both of us.