//I wrote this after my wife and I took our Granddaughter to the park.//
The two mothers were Muslim
The one Afro-American
The grandparents Caucasian
The children – children
Child’s Play Perhaps we should let the children lead. Two mothers sat on a bench speaking in an unusual tongue, one sat alone scanning her cell phone, a Dad pretended to teach his daughter to fish, grandparents toddled after a toddler. The children did what children do follow the sound of children’s voices, gravitate to the excited playfulness, see only other children – playing, slowly slip into the wonder of the moment. No ceremonious introductions necessary another voice added to the jubilation, another set of dancing footsteps racing for the slide, sliding to the ground laughing in the joy of spring warmth. The parents watched the children the children touched their hearts left the parents thinking… Perhaps we should let the children lead. John G. Lawless
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