Hot Texas Afternoon

Hot Texas Afternoon

I sit by my window watching the dry wind bluster through the trees in the park below.I watch the children running and playing.Their voices rising above the heat of the day.

And I remember, my own sons playing in the hot Texas afternoons. They screech and squeal as they take turns chasing each other with sparkling sprays from the garden hose. Falling together in a puddle they made; laughing and wrestling the day away. I thought we would be together forever.

And I remember, my brothers and sister and uncle and me playing in the hot Texas afternoons. Pulling weeds in my grandmother's back yard, drinking out of the garden hose. Racing together to get to the park to splash in the wading pool. I thought we would be together forever.

Now, I know. We are all still here together, today, in the children running and playing in the park on a hot Texas afternoon.

by Margaret Hendricks-2012 Hot Texas Afternoon