At the Playground
Two good friends loaded up the kids
and headed for the park one day.
They chatted in the shade and watched
their children play just yards away.
They caught up, sharing life’s highlights:
“The kids love school.” “My new job’s great.”
“My brother got a scholarship.”
“We’ve booked a cruise and just can’t wait.”
The kids were in their own grand world,
just swinging, soaking up the sun.
They said nice things about their friends,
shared snacks and toys, just having fun.
Their moms got bored with pleasantries
and tossed decorum to the side.
Their tone of conversation made
a drastic change, from sweet to snide—
“I don’t like Ann.” “Nadine’s a snoop.”
“Janette’s so fat she wobbles.” “Bob,
my loser boss, tells corny jokes.”
“My neighbor’s a disgusting slob!”
Then suddenly, there came the kids!
They’d heard just snatches; still, they knew
their mommies seemed so mad and sad.
Exactly why—they had no clue.
They’d make those frowning mommies smile.
They couldn’t stay upset for long.
They’d get them on the monkey bars
and sing for them a cheery song.
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Kids are perceptive. We must show
our good side so they’ll clearly see
how people should react and feel,
the world as it was meant to be.
June 20, 2021
entered in the At the Playground contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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