Beneath the knotted maple tree,

Reflections find their way to me.

Those memories from the past--

How time goes by so fast.

I can see my sister here

In an image that’s so clear,

Pushing her daughter in the tree

Who was swinging happily

From a tree branch up above--

You could feel a mother’s love.

Now I sit here in the swing

Pondering on everything.

I see my husband standing here,

Saying, “Let me push you, Dear.”

I had a smile on my face

As he pushed at a steady pace.

My feet dangled in the air

As I swung without a care.

I began to remember when

I was five, and way back then,

From my swingset I would swing

And sometimes I would even sing.

My feet would touch the sky it seemed.

Sometimes I had lazily dreamed

With eyes closed, I was there

Flying freely in the air.

All these memories flood my mind

As I touch these threads of time.

Under the tree that touches sky

I find myself all misty-eyed.

As fireflies begin to dance

I’m thankful for a second chance

To relive these memories that I see,

Beneath the knotted maple tree.