Streetlights On Poem by Francie Lynch

We used to hear it all the time:
"Can you come outside and play? "

We heard that chant throughout the hood,
From screened back doors where our friends stood.
Calling just when time was right,
For Hide and Seek at the dawning night,
Or Hopscotch, Double Dutch
Kick the Can and such,
On neighbour's lawns and sidewalks,
On streets, driveways or city parks.

My daughter got a text today:
"Can you come to my house and play? "