Saturday, December 12, 2009

Here we are in Coronado Park

  
My heart bounces
like the rubber ball
we throw and catch
on an old brick wall

today is our day
we can do anything
skin browned more
by the summer sun

you run along with me
my old clothes
my gray hair
I slow you down

we spend some time
making castles
under blue
and yellow painted slides

We hide in those castles
how few days we have left
to play in the sand
slide down the slides

you hold my hand
we pull each other
through the sand
over to the swings

“Grammy"
push me high not low
push me high in the sky
watch me fly "Grammy”

your arms spread out
4 year old muscles
strain to pump the way
I taught you

“Watch me fly__ Grammy"

“Watch me fly”
 
 

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