Unfit Swing

Once on that swing

I tried to hold on, to cling

Not knowing of the prognostication to come

I was naive, small, still sucking on my thumb

A figure, teaching me to rock forward--it was my mum

A big smile, I pushed and gave way to the wind

The proud feeling I got, that I was able to swing 

From a distance, she cried

For the first time, we weren't side by side

No matter how hard I tried, now I see

The realization this swing wasn't fit for me

This poem is about: 
My family
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