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Two figures swing silently side by side.
The chunky cherub of a little boy sits to the left.
His mama to the right.
Each seems lost in their own little world.
They quietly exchange a glance and a warm smile.
There’s no need for words.
All the love that flows through that Mother’s body is spoken right from her eyes, as she watches her little boy
And a peaceful joy gazes back at her from his.
Their hair blows back from their faces in the breeze and the warm sun hugs their bodies as they sway.
Frequently the boy slows his pace with a threat to stop moving
And every time the mama pauses her movements to push him higher
Because that’s what mother’s do, don’t they?
Stop the world, to help their children soar to limitless heights in the sky.
Thanks for our peaceful playtimes MiddleMan. I’ll cherish them always.
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