We are four mothers
in the park. It’s 10 AM
A hot summer day.
Don’t forget to drink
And put your hat on
Between us,
One Hijab, one Headscarf, One baseball cap
Between us
Five sons, two daughters
One stroller
Now look at that squirrel jump
How she’s climbing up that elm
We talk
Excuse me, do you have a tissue?
Did you drop this?
Have you lived here long?
Between us
Five languages
Phones ring
Mama, Imma, Mommy, Amma
Push me up
Push me up the swing
Higher Higher Help me climb
Between us
All the colors of the earth
It’s a hot summer day in June.
[Stopped by Stacy park with the kids to play. They played with some other kids on the playground while I sat with the moms on the bench. We talked a little. It’s a very good park. I didn’t look at my phone the whole time. When I came back to the car I sat down to write this little poem.]
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