the empty playground

the playground,

is empty

behind

the house, inside the sand

pit,

of slides

and swings.

and beside it,

the old shade tree

is yellow with leaves.

the children are in school

again.

and the ones

that have grown old

are off

to work,

to lives unknown.

but it wasn't that long ago,

when your

own son,

said, Dad, push me higher,