I MISS YOU WIITH EVERY BREATHMY GHOST CHILD
Grey fall day
Cool slow wind
Empty swings sway in the breeze.
Silent ghost children,
Never growing up,
Enjoy the quiet of the empty park.
Silently running
They scuff their feet
Through dead, dried leaves
And make little whirlwinds in the dirt.
They tickle tall grasses and rustle the trees.
The squirrels and ducks
Hear the empty echos
Of their laughter
And spend all day searching---
Hoping to find
An outstretched little fist
Full of day-old bread.
Tomorrow
The sun will be back.
And the noise.
And the children
With food for the ducks.
But for today
They are forced to do as I do---
Watch the swings
And grass
And trees
Dance.
Knowing you are there---
Just out of sight
And just beyond hearing
Too far away to hold
And hug
And too close to forget for a single minute.
My silent ghost child
Forever 10 years old.
Thank you for sharing the quiet of the empty park With me.
Mama
