The Swing

Wooden seat, rope handles that burn

I watch him repair the swing

Confirming it is safe

Dad pushes my baby brother back & forth

The rose bush accentuates her smile

Rhubard grows in quantity

A mix of sweet & sour

Mom's satisfaction and escape

I wait to have my turn

Losing tolerance

At last, I swing back and forth

Sensing the breeze and perception of freedom

Harassing, yanking, and halting me

The boys scream

My minute ended