Splatters of Poetry

Such as These

There’s a little park near my house
a big park
a big little park
a little park that was big
once
when I was little
and everything else was huge.

I go back there sometimes
to my big little park
where little children
with big eyes
laugh
play
sing
and run in big circles

Because their little minds don’t know any better

but playtime will end
in a few little words
when the first big promise
lies broken on the ground
in fragments of
joy
peace
innocence
laughter
and little pieces
of all those big things
that we’re not small enough to understand

posted by Erin @ 2:25 PM