The Language of a Smile

I rarely idle time away
But while waiting for a friend today
I settled on a bench~ in a children’s park
...
I watched the children screech and play
As they frolicked springtime hours away
And I envied them their freedom~ what a lark!

The sprinkler sprayed
The swings swayed
As children struggled gamely~ to disembark

As I enviously surveyed the glad display
I observed another watcher meet my gaze
My humor mirrored hers~ an answering smirk!

For even though our childhood days
Were but a mist and gone away
In that shared smile~ the memories lurked.