Thompson Park

Many years ago, I remember

Seeing the rabbits through the fence

And feeding the goats leaves

From a nearby tree

I delighted in 

The liveliness of the animals

I laughed and played on the rocks

That led to a cool stream

I saw familiar faces 

And a person who didn’t recognize me

I ran my hands along the water

Now, there are no more animals to feed

And no rocks leading to a stream

The only animals you’ll find

Are dogs at the dog park

As I grew up, so did Thompson Park

While there are still playgrounds 

And even a water park

People gravitate to the workout area

To use the pull-up bars

And other workout equipment

When I go there, I don’t see the stream

I don’t see animals

I don’t see familiar faces

But I still see a beautiful park”

Why I Wrote This Piece

I was inspired by my memory of Thompson Park (in Scarborough/Toronto, Ontario). I had very fond childhood memories of the park. Seeing how it has changed over the years, but still remained a beloved place made me nostalgic and inspired me to write this piece.

Author

Maria Montemayor

Maria Montemayor is from Scarborough, Ontario. Her parents were born in the Philippines. She graduated from the University of Toronto, Trinity College with an Honours Bachelor of Arts in English and political science. Her writing has been published by The Newcomer, the National Catholic Reporter, Amendo, and Nelson Education.