Gone
by
Margaret V.Doran
A tire swing hangs idle from the walnut tree,
The place, my child, where you should be.
But you grew up, and today . . .
You moved away.
Photo by Karen Doran
Copyright © 1997
Margaret V. Doran.
All rights reserved.
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Updated July 2, 1999
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