Rope This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   my grandmother once told me

that when she was a girl she

had a swing in her garden

quite like mine

and one day when she went

out to swing she saw the

rope was unraveling.

she had to leave her home

and travel far across the

ocean that day

and she never did return to

that swing ...

so each morning as i, too,

go to my garden i pray that

the rope of my swing will

still be tightly wound.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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