Ode to Oak Park,
Where we learned to live as a family -
Away from family.
The place that gave me space
To recover from postpartum anxiety.
The home Steve built with his bare hands,
Every finishing fearfully chosen,
Brands that supposedly promised
Safety for our children.
The home Bub learned to say his first words,
Where he learned to run and
Climb stairs.
Where he transformed from
Toddler to boy.
Organic parks with diversity -
Where our children could play
Barefoot and free.
Field, Lindbergh, Constitution.
Spacious and green without pesticide pollution.
Access to the city
With all its dirt, grime, and
Wondrous glory.
Sun, sand, Montrose Beach,
Field, Shedd, Planetarium -
Showed Bub how to be adventurous.
Dragonfruit, figs, tomatillos,
Asian pears, and purple potatoes.
New foods from the co-op
That opened up our tastebuds.
The library that broadened our minds,
Where Bub learned to love
Planes, trains, and automobiles,
But also dim sum, pumpkins,
And superheroes.
Thank you, Oak Park,
For two years of learnings and,
Moments of pure bliss.
Our first home as a family,
Where Bub learned to piss
On the potty.
I arrived terrified of the new
And leave stronger, slightly wiser -
Open to the unknown
With a now calmer view.
Thank you.
