The Porch Swing

The Front Porch Swing

The front porch swing, all weathered and gray,
has a bounty of stories from another day.

Grampa had built it and hung it with pride,
his very first gift to his young bride.

During the winter, spring, summer and fall,
the front porch swing always seemed to call.

Every evening they'd sit in their swing,
wondering what the future would bring.

In that swing, on a night so mild,
she told him they were to have a child.

He held her close and wished for a son,
someone to carry on when his life was done.

The son was born and a daughter too,
their lives were blessed, this much was true.

Still every evening, all the days of their life,
they sat in that swing, husband and wife.

Granny and Grampa have gone on to their reward,
I didn't know saying goodbye could be so hard.

Now the old weathered swing belongs to me,
I hung it proudly for the world to see.

(Author: Pamela G. Smith )

(Used with Permission from Pamela.)

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I would like to take this opportunity to say Thank You to Pamela for allowing me to use her poem on this web page. And also a thank you to my friends Bette and Ken for sending me the poem with the copyright information intact in the email. Many times poems and stories are forwarded in the email and sometimes the copyrights are left off by someone.

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