A Promise

on the corner of carlton and jarvis
her fragile hands hold on
to the hem of her mama’s coat
tight

in the solace of a pause
she squints at the sky
and wishes for glitter rain
to bring pretty things good
things

they cross the street together
mother and daughter walking
hard

each deliberate step
marks pavement and memory
in silence
the space which holds no language
no glitter
just a promise
of movement