They Play Here

The plastic slides
and swings,
teeter totters
and sandboxes:
sit in the dark
waiting.
They play here.
I feel the tears
hot
making it hard to see.
I think of my own
and shudder;
I think of their Mama,
and I shudder.
And then the tears
will no longer be
held.
They sleep here.
They eat here.
They wait here,
wait for their Mamas
and Daddies;
maybe that new job will come
today,
maybe that new start,
that new future.
And maybe not;
maybe instead
more of the same.
Maybe today
is the beginning of the end;
and maybe
it’s the beginning of
the end.
The plastic slides
and swings
sit in the dark,
waiting.
Waiting.
My tears won’t wait.
They play here.

2 comments for “They Play Here

  1. December 26, 2014 at 5:46 am

    Very powerful.

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