(Extracted from notebook, earlier today)
In the park on Posh Street where we lived six years ago.
Where my son learnt to play football thanks to the boys who lived next door
Raced around the periphery path on his Red Tricycle, little legs round and round = zooom!
Sitting on the grass with me gobbling up a picnic!
Turning so he could kick my bottom when I swung him on the swing
Gales of laughter!
Other childrens' now..
Up and down the slide over and over "catch me mummy! Catch me!"
Making friends with the neighbours on the Street; little friends for him.
How I wished on that path, in that playground, on that grass, on this bench that we could come back here
I am back here, remembering
but who knows the future