Porch swing - Everything2.com

The old house we live in had no front porch

originally, but was added in the 1930's

by a carpenter for his son with cerebral palsy,

so the boy could get some fresh air.

We found his initials carved into the railing,

shaky and crude, alone, with no lovers' heart

encircling two forever, next to the porch swing.

The porch swing was unpainted, aged grey and

although the hooks still hold to beams, empty.

I wish I knew how happy the boy had been

and if his father carefully lifted him high

to rock back and forth on a sunny day.

Each of my children probably has differing

memories of that old swing, just as my husband might

back when the town had an official Junk Day.

Broken things that nobody knows how to fix	The phone rings, and then you look at me	Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room	front porch
Rain porch	three rooms	Held in the beam of a light I thought we shared	It's all going to fall apart isn't it?
To, Too, Two	The initials in the concrete	A Hard Day's Night	cerebral palsy