The child I push on the swing
screams with delight
Higher higher she screams
Her laughter is totally free  

Does not know the future
This is just as it is supposed to be
May she go through childhood
without too many bumps and scrapes
Survives her first broken heart
Reaches for her dreams with resolve
Finds her special purpose  

Comes around now and then
when I am wrinkled and old
Sees me push her child on this swing