Sunday School Picnic

Bluejays call with rusty clothesline voices

while squirrels chatter over territory

in the maple trees. Over the warm, soft

grass the children run, scrambling for candy

thrown with abandon from Ethel’s basket.

The folding chairs are lined up in the shade

for the older folks – when did we become

older? It seems like yesterday we ran

the three-legged race, holding onto each

other with sticky fingers and laughing

when we fell. Now we sit with paper plates

balanced on our knees and with glasses of

lemonade in the grass between our feet.

We eat together with sticky fingers

and watch our children racing in the sun.


Photo art: Alice Popkorn on Flickr

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