The park of love

I wake, eyes slowly opening to the slivers of light 

streaming from the window

we get dressed and go for a yana (walk) together 

down the road, along the bike track

and to the park.

The swings and slide beckon to us, as we

race to get to our favourite thing first. 

The warm breeze carries stories

of our laughter and joy as bunyal (the sun)

beams down onto our faces.

The budjan (birds) sing quietly in the midst

Of the darrambyang (gum tree), echoing the love that is shared

As we wander home before lunchtime

yarraba (walk/go) side by side

love is shared.