Loneliness

I drive by the house where this swing hangs lonely, unused in the front yard. The elderly couple passed away last fall; the gentleman in August, his wife in October. Their grandchildren/greatgrandchildren no longer come here to play. Someone comes in periodically and mows the grass and does other general yardwork. But the entire place seems lonely. The swing most of all. I hope children will return to it someday soon. Funny how the laughter and squeals of children can fill the places where it is and then how empty the places become after the children leave.