Moments

Every time I see a crack

on the sidewalk, 

I think of that warm sunny day. 

“Hurry up! Get dressed!”, my father said.  

We were on our way 

And the neighbors waved as we walked past them.

My smile took up my whole face 

And they noticed.

I was on my Dad’s shoulders, his hands on my legs to sturdy my place.  

He hummed an unfamiliar tune 

and I removed his Panama hat and placed it on my head.

We laughed.  

The cracks on the sidewalk made my ride on his shoulders bumpy and thrilling 

And I enjoyed every second of it.

Before long we arrived at the playground and I ran straight to the swings.

My dad pushed and I felt the breeze on my face.  

My eyes closed.  My smile still wide.

It wasn’t long before it was over and he had to return me

like a favorite book to the library.

A kiss on forehead, A strong embrace, and A “Dios Te Bendiga.  I love you.” 

And I?

I smiled and patiently waited until next time.