C the Empty Swing

Empty swings
A memory
Of children's laughter
Their grandad
A presence
Filling the room

Taken so early
Too soon
A loss
Felt by his world
Its ripples
Spread today

The C word
Indiscriminate
Takes any
Takes too many
No thought
No remorse

Its Victims
Missed
So desperately
Loneliness
Life stopped
Like empty swings


Terry Rhiannyr
March 2012