And my heart fills.
It might seem like an eyesore, dry ugly dirt, while the rest of the ground,
Brims with soft green grass and spring flowers of every color,
But this bare patch of earth makes my heart overwhelm with Thankfulness,
Because suddenly I remember my own childhood playground,
Where I placed my feet on the worn earth under my favorite swing,
Just before those feet would touch the sky.
Years later I hung this backyard swing from a high maple branch for my children,
So they could launch themselves from ugly bare earth into the blue sky
The ground is worn here because little feet push off into the air so often,
It wears away the grass and leaves hard, bare, packed earth,
So I am thankful for this bare spot on a perfect lawn.
And I think, this is the best part of being a mom;
Giving them a place to launch from earth into sky.
As I walk the path to the swing today I thank God on this blue sky day
And that I thought to make the swing strong enough to hold me too.
