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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Read more poems for my daughther, Sarah here: Sarah | Freshwater Pearl | Before Me, Before You

Updated July 2, 1999
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