Out on the playground
Of happy playful kids
Behind the swings
I found the most beautiful jump rope
I was seven
The rope had spiraling colors
Red, blue, yellow
Perfect for one of my size
Just the right length
I was seven
We could have so much fun together
The jump rope and I
Whipping the wind around me
The clear handle fit my hand perfectly
But when I look back on the playground
I saw a girl crying
She was my age and searching for something
I did what was right
Tears stopped and she took the rope
I stood there, seven