A Day at the Park

[_hambone]

A strand of blonde hair
on your forehead.
You pull it from your face,
tuck it behind your ear.
A quick kiss
on a cheek
that is quite familiar
with your lips.
A hand on your hip.
You wore a wry
smile
as you watched me.

This is how
I would remember
a day at a park
with you,
mother,
had we met.
You with hair
in your face
and a smile,
wry,
that looks
like mine.