week thirty-nine

A Sunday afternoon in late September, eighty degrees,

we took a walk at the park you both loved when you were small—

long rocky trails and one giant rock to slide down.

After the walk you both wanted to go to the playground to swing.

We told you to look out for the little kids.

We watched a dad carry his crying toddler out of the park.

We watched two little boys in dinosaur shirts play tag.

We stopped for ice cream on the way home.