my hands touch the warm rubber
hard, dried and cracking along the curves
I grab and pull back
one, two, threeee
my hand releases
if I blink,
my mind transports to 20 years ago
our almost daily trips to this park
late mornings,to return home for lunch and naps
the rhythmic pushing
feet high in the air
little fingers grabbing that same metallic chain
if I blink,
I see our red wagon filled with snacks and stuffed animals
and always pacifiers (extras just in case)
hands gripping the sides
bodies leaned back against the rails
traveling in style
chatter bounces around the playground
kids chase up, around, over, under
toddlers waddle with caretakers protecting their every move
if I blink,
you are exploring as hover and I predict your next step
you are running to and fro
playing with friends, plotting your games
You've grown too old for this
I begin again with the next generation
But, oh how I savor the memories of old
if I blink
It all goes so fast, doesn’t it? If I blink, captures the passage of time (especially with children) so completely! Thank you for sharing your thoughts through this poem today!
One Blessed Block 
It all goes so fast, doesn’t it? If I blink, captures the passage of time (especially with children) so completely! Thank you for sharing your thoughts through this poem today!
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Thank you for reading…new and exciting times ahead, but my heart sometimes lingers in the past.
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