Hand in Hand

Just off the street on the way to the park
The sounds of children’s laughter,
Of water spraying out of the sprinklers,
And the squeaking of the swings as they
Go higher and higher until they touch the sky
My friend and I walk to place of memories
In one hand we have rackets and in the
Other, each other’s hand
We go to the swings, against our dads’ will
Since they wanted u to play badminton to get exercise,
We sit side by side at first holding hands,
Then letting go
Kicking our feet up at the same time,
We go higher and higher until we feel
As if we are part of the sky,
Flying with the birds and
Gliding through the air like planes
Then we slowly halt to a stop where
We reconnect, holding hands, rackets in one hand
And each other’s hands in the other
We walk back to the house leaving the memories of
Flying and gliding behind but all the while
Still holding hands as we walk together