Sycamore Swing

by Dana Sieben

My mother's swing beckons
At night under the sycamore tree.
In the moonlight,
It whispers to me of memories.
As stars shine so brightly
And I swing softly
And soak in the night mists,
My feet covered in wet, cut grass,
Remembering my mother singing
While shelling peas here --
Singing Rock of Ages and Amazing Grace -
Humming and rocking.
Tonight insomnia is my companion,
But it allows me to enjoy
My mother's back yard
And my memories one last time
Before I have to leave for home.

The Author

Dana is currently residing in the suburbs of Chicago, IL. She writes about her family, her southern heritage, and her new life up north with a bit of humor and nostalgia. Dana has been published in different issues of USA Deep South, Long Story Short and Muscadine Lines -- A Southern Journal. She is a member of SouthernHumorists.com∞ and a contributing writer to Dew on the Kudzu, a southern web journal. She also writes humor articles for Weight-LossArticles.com∞. Dana can be found online at southerngalgoesnorth.blogspot.com.