The Park

You smell of flowers and fruit,

Your hair dances in the sun.


You giggle on the swing.

Higher, mommy, higher.

A big push,

Gravity jerks you back.

You laugh, I soar.


You climb on the bars.

Help, mommy, help,

We make it across together.


Run, and chase, and kick the ball.

The slide becomes a pirate ship.

Your hand in mine, we walk back home.

The park, our little paradise.


About Beth

I am Jesus lover and single mom.
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