Children

Walking in the city.

I take a left at the music store.

Stop a second to roll a cigarette.

I see a man and women middle aged.

Two kids walk in front of them.

One of the two kids is crying.

"You are always crying, why don't you stop it already?"

He kept on crying.

I thought by myself, no wonder he is crying.

The reaction and tone of the parent that shouted said enough.

No evidence of love in the way she spoke.

Of course I could be wrong.

I am no parent.

I promise the universe, when I will be, I will speak softly.

When they do cry, I will shout with love.