The Swing In The Tree Of Life...

I would like to dedicate my contribution to

Saturday Census this week to the memory of

Lisa of Bumpkin On A Swing.

Lisa fought a hard battle with a very

aggressive ovarian cancer which took

her life in less than three weeks.

Lisa was 40.

I discovered Lisa's blog shortly after

the Gulf oil spill.

I followed the events in the Gulf

through the words of Lisa and

her husband, the Captain.

From their words,I learned the truth

about what was happening in the Gulf.

I learned truths about life and love too.

Please stop by Bumpkin On A Swing

to leave your words of kindness

for her Captain, family and friends.

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For those of you who are joining us

for the first time, you may be wondering

about Saturday Centus.

What is Saturday Centus?

It is a themed writing meme.

Each Saturday, Ms. Matlock will give

a writing prompt.

Your assignment...

if you choose to accept it...

is to write a 100 word story.

Yes, 100 words or less...

not including the "prompt words".

Oh, and the prompt words can

be used anywhere in your story!

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

The writing prompt is good for the entire week,

so you can join in at any time!

THIS WEEK'S PROMPT:

I listened to them from my perch on the top step

and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry...

So here is my contribution

to Saturday Centus...

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The old, wooden swing hung amongst the Spanish moss in the branches of the tree which was rooted in the rich Mississippi soil.

She lived her life in that swing. Her future with her love, her Captain, never seemed brighter than when she viewed it in midair.

The swing and she survived winds, water, hurricanes and the disastrous oil spill. That swing became the symbol of their survival.

Three weeks ago, she discovered that cancer had invaded her body. Now only the swing survives.

We buried her yesterday . I sat on the porch and watched children scramble for her swing. I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.