If It Was History

We would hold their hands as we walked in the park. Catching sight of the swings, they would break free from our grasp and into a run. Reaching them, we would stand behind. And when they pointed to the carved stone on pedestal and asked what it was and what it meant, we would tell them about a war a long time ago.

Over the color of skin and how we won.

And when we asked Can you imagine that? they would shake their heads and say, No. I can’t. 

And we’d laugh at the nonsensical ways of long-ago people, as our thoughts turned to how close we could get them to the sky.


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