When I was little it was off to the playground we would go, my cheeks would have a rosy pink glow. I loved when I was pushed in the swing, going through the breeze made me want to sing. Then I grew up, I was no longer that young pup. The years came and it was now time to date, off to the playground we went then played and ate. We would swing and swing, old memories from young it did bring. Many years later I had a child, now off to the playground he smiled.
Note: True story.
PLAYGROUND Contest Judged: 7/3/2021
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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