Seven

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