The swing…

The “Little Tike”… hard plastic… blue and red Swing… hangs virtually asleep… idle… inanimate… the slightest of wind… a gentle reminder… that there can be an Awakening… almost alive.. all that’s missing is The Rider… The Pusher… and someone beholding…

The swing watches as the father and boy approach.. having been weeks since the last visit…Dada… checks the yellow nylon rope configuration… making sure that it’s secure..

He then straps the Magnificent little boy in… the godsend…Ari’el… the first push bring such joy and laughter… that smile… his teeth… a row house perfect …pearl white… dentist’s dream… it would stop any King to wonder and behold…

Even the wind… the surrounding air… engulfs Us in its happiness… providing cool summer gusts.. rearranging the curly brown Beethoven Mane of hair.. that is the boy’s… see this  boy is so blessed… we stop and look to the front door… as his Nippon mother appears… she dashes outside.. not wanting to miss anything… whispering…” oh Ari’el… so beautiful”….



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