Most days after school we walked
to Victoria Park, where I pushed
you on the swings, spun you on the spinner
launched you down the slope on the flying fox
watched from a bench as you climbed
equipment I could never name
took photos as you spun and soared
Afterwards, you walked home balancing
on a stone wall beside the footpath
only holding my hand when unsteady
moving freely between worlds
unrestrained by boundaries and borders
precious moments and moving poem!
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