swing set

Childhood on a swing, flying again by,
I close my eyes and see the colorod dots and tunnels,
imagined wings when the world was still new, I flew through the sky.
On and on I swinged, time waved gently away, every current of air could take me away.
When evening came, Mother called, I went inside, around the table the familys company,
, we enjoyed the menues made by our both parents, unforgetable delicacies.
How many wonderful hours we laughed and played together, bit by bit I can remember them all.