An Empty Place Full of Happy Memories

When the children were young you just couldn’t get them out of the yard. They would push each other on the swing while I would throw tennis balls for our mutt. Their mother always told them to play safe, but a scrape or bruise was inevitable. It also seemed like one of the kids would drag the foul smell stepped in dog poop all over the house every week. The yard was full of life back then, with children, pets, and colorful toys. What remains is a decaying bitter-sweet reminder of what once was. The playset fell in on itself a couple of weeks ago. All that's left is a pile of wood with a wavy green slide laying on top of it, and just yesterday a storm came through and blew a frisbee off the pitch of the roof that had been stuck there for at least ten years.