Twilight In the Park
It was a muggy late summer's eve
When even the trees were tired of the summer heat
And were ready to change their green for colors
The white haired couple sat on the peeling bench
His hand covering hers as they chatted
A boy was having a catch with his mother
As the man gently pushed their daughter on the swing
Another father pushed his small child in the striped stroller
Along the hard dirt beaten path
He reached and touched her hand
And grasped it as she turned towards him
She didn't grasp back
But smiled as she tilted her head down
"Do you think that we'll be like them, someday?"
As the low hum of traffic passed somewhere by
"Which ones?"
"All of them, at one time or another"
She took in the park with one sweep of her eyes
"It would seem as though that would be nice"
He waited to ask the next question
That hung between them as thick as the air