The playground was my favorite place
to go on Saturdays. You would take
me by the hand, and we would go
there together. I tried to match my
stride to yours, but I was too small.
Even my shadow looked so short
compared to yours.
I remember running to the swings
(they were my favorite)
and you would push me until
it felt like I was flying. I loved
to lie on my side and roll down
the big hill where you would wait
for me at the bottom.
I jumped off the rock ledge
more times than I could count.
You would catch me with open
arms and give me your biggest smile.
Do you remember when I got my new
roller skates and I fell? You scooped
me up and got me ice cream. You were
the one who always gave me a reason
to laugh when I started to cry.
Even when it was freezing,
and the scent of crisp snow
stung my nostrils, you and I
would still walk to the playground,
making snow angels when we arrived.
I refused to leave until I was soaked
and freezing. Then, when spring
returned, there was that sudden
thunderstorm and I was so afraid.
But when you picked me up,
I felt safe and we went back home,
where everything was always quiet
and calm. You hardly ever spoke,
and one day I’ll forget your voice,
but I’ll remember you always
smiled with me on the playground.