So....yesterday I was swinging Morgan and reciting "How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue" which Morgan loved. Each time I finished she would say "again, Gwamma!" and so we would swing and say the poem over and over.
In the afternoon I went to put her down for a nap and I picked up an Eloise Wilkins book to read to her and lo and behold there was the timeless poem "The Swimg".
Morgan reverently touched the page and breathed "Gwamma....you have your story in a book"
Sorry Robert Louis Stevenson. I know it's been said you wrote that in 1913 but I'm claiming it! My Granddaughter loves it!
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