Little Wooden Porch Swing
I grasp the memories and I hold them tight
There is a night, a memory cloudy but bright
I imagine daddy's hands so tough yet soft
I see the gleam in his eyes as he thought
While he constructed a little porch swing.
That is so beautiful to me.
He took the rough edges and made them smooth
To bulid the swing that enriched my youth
He brought it home and smiles he did see
Oh that swing!
And all the laughter it brought to me
The little wooden swing held my dolls
I played with them all day long
My swing now creaks and cracks as it swings to and fro
It sits a little crooked but when I see it my eyes still glow
Tis so important because it was made for me
I will always hold the memory of my little wooden porch swing
My daddy cannot work anymore because of his sight
He is my hero as he shows me he is alright
I still see daddy's hands working, working
On the beautiful porch swing he made just for me.