A Park Story
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A PARK STORY: “The Park” MOM:
(Opens on the park empty. It is late morning/early afternoon and sunny. Music begins; Mom
enters and breathes in the scenery and the day)
The park: a silent refuge of those lost in their thoughts; a safe place where the outside world
gives way to the sounds of nature. The trees and running water serve as interference; they
block out the cars and the voices of the ones you really just can’t stand to listen to.
The artists come to contemplate,
the children come to play,
you come for just a minute
but you end up here all day
Young lovers play and giggle
while their elders reminisce
and a few chance meetings here and there
provide a little bliss.
Yes people fall in love here,
they laugh and cry and play here,
they sit and listen well here to their
quieting rioting heads.
And people fall out of love here,
they sit and meditate here,
they come and seek a shelter from the
storms out in their lives.
The turmoil, the secrets, they all play out.
Our joys and fears are dancing all together
and here in the park, by this tree, on this bench
our story will be told.
(Chris enters and sits on the park bench. He is eighteen years old and unbeknownst to the
audience he is gay. He has come to the park to meet his Mother who also does not know yet.
This troubles Chris because his mother, though very loving, is very religious and he is unsure
about her stance on the whole homosexuality thing. As such, he almost feels bad for being gay
and is thus presenting every part of himself that he believes makes up who he is. During the
recent turmoil of the decision to come out to his mother, he finds these other portions of his
identity becoming more and more significant, even though it really plays a small factor in
regards to his character. He is trying to console himself, and he also doesn’t want to hurt his
mother with his “confession”. Mom introduces us.)
Confident, bright and charming.
But his style’s a little alarming
Well I guess I should thank her for starting this off
but she did get a few things wrong
Confident maybe but not bright nor charming
(winks and walks away)
(shakes head – looks annoyed)
And Hey! I look just fine
I am eighteen and something
I like tennis and reading,
I’m a huge fan of eating oh and do I eat a lot
I like coffee and books
I love making funny faces
Finding quiet little spaces and letting thoughts run wild
I like to come to the park
When the sun is full and bright
To think about life with my eyes closed tight
I wonder where I’ll be
Who I meet and what I’ll see
And sometimes I think about how scary life could be
I come here to think about
Life quite a lot and
Lately I’ve been here more often
There’s been so much to think about
I’d really rather not…
I just don’t want to deal with it.
(Rubs back of head, disgruntled. Wanders back to the bench and sits slumped)
It’s nice the park doesn’t judge you
doesn’t blame and try to lecture you
it couldn’t care less what you are
It’s a place to get away sometimes
Life can be a little much at times
The air is so much cleaner, it helps to think things through
Here I don’t need to know
who I am, where I’ll go
I just get to be free….
I used to come here to play awhile,
Now all I do is stay awhile,
And ask question after question in succession
I have no idea what I’m doing
I come here to think about
who I am quite a lot and
lately I’ve been here more often
You express one little thing, suddenly
nothing else matters
Why should that change what you think of me
I still like coffee and books
I’m still good at funny looks
I still don’t like to cook but that’s me..
Really nothing has changed
But my life’s been re-arranged
I come here to ask now
is this all people see
what happened to the rest of me
Aren’t I still Chris…
what will mom say…
I’d rather not deal with this…
It wouldn’t be such a problem
if God weren’t in the way…
he’s such a pain even if you don’t buy it…
Oh I’m just being stupid
she’s my mother anyway
I’m sure she’ll be fine with it.
(Mom runs on to the scene, happy and very unaware of anything Chris was just singing. Chris,
upon seeing her, is of course concerned about how much she may have heard and is initially
very nervous about her sudden appearance. She is early, usually she’s coming back from work
and would not be expected for a little while. The time is sunset now.)
What a lovely day isn’t it?
oh it is with all the birds singing away
“A Lovely Day”
Oh they do! What a day! and don’t the trees look pretty as they sway
Oh it’s wonderful now I think I’ll just sit back, in the sunset in evening
…So I guess your day was good?
Oh it was, work was fun
Surprisingly, I got so much done
I got out early, my afternoon free, ooh, are you hungry?
(takes out food item and hands it to Chris who begins to eat it.)
Now we’ll just sit back, in the sunset in the evening
Do you remember when you were young?
I’m not that old
What about it?
You’d come here and play in the trees
oh nothing I just like to think of these, memories
(pause) It’s a mom thing
Do you remember when I was young?
Of course I do
You used to teach me all sorts of things, the golden rule,
and then you drew, on my bible
I was seven give me a break, and then you’d say
put down the crayons
Right, like forgetting where you put your keys every 5 minutes
I do not…now where did they go…*shuffles about her person*
(grunts and holds head)
(Mom giggles and the lights begin to shift. All lights dim as Chris puts on something that allows
us to identify him as 7 or 8. Spot comes up on the pair, the Mom reading from a Bible and Chris
spacing out as she reads. And end table or something is carried onto stage)
Blessed are…with me Christopher
Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy
But what if they’re mean to me!
You know what it says if anyone strikes you on the cheek
Turn the other one (eye roll) but…
(starts singing this little light of mine)
(Mom places the Bible on the table as she begins to tickle Chris, his identifier falls off and is
cleared with the table as the lights black out and quickly fade back in to sunset—the present)
“But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, for me makes his
sun rise on the evil and on the good”—
It’s not fair, why don’t all the mean kids get punished…
Oh here, we skipped my favorite one. “You are the light of the world”. (tickles affectionately)
(bats hands away)
Mom, mom stahp it I’m 18!
Oh no, you’re still my little Chris
(gives a sassy look)
My very tall, little Chris
I can live with that
It’s nice to think back, in the sunset in the evening
when the sky is reminiscing about the colors
it has been.
And here we are again, on this park bench just remembering
all the somethings that we’ve shared oh how,
did that one start again?
You weren’t good at coloring
Hey at least I paid attention
But you could never sit still in church
There was the time we had lunch by the lake
and all the ducks were quacking about
And the ducks were all around us and then
We didn’t know they’d all be hungry
And then we had to run away!
Oh It’s fun to think back, in the sunset in the evening
when the sky is reminiscing about, the colors it has been
and here we are again, on this bench just remembering
All the somethings that we’ve shared, oh how
did that one start again?
(same lighting sequence. A blanket and a pillow is discovered and prepared as Chris, now 10 or
11, is being tucked in by his mother and consoled about his day)
(Chris is being tucked in and recanting a story from today)
But he’s so weird
Hey now, don’t you get upset when people call you names.
No buts! You two are alike you know,
He probably feels the exact same way when the other kids make fun of him.
Remember, “love your neighbor as yourself”.
“For love does no harm to your neighbor and thus is fulfillment of the law”. Sorry..
You’re okay sweetie. Now time for bed.
(same reverse lighting sequence, the blanket and pillow are cleared and we’re back to the
present, but the sun is setting now and we’re fading slowly to night by the end of this scene)
There were the times you used to tell me
you would love me no matter what and
that you’d always be here, when I needed you
Chris what brought this up?
And you always taught me that I shouldn’t
judge somebody else because God loves
everybody, please know
(front lights go out and backlights come up, Chris and Mom should be silhouettes here, but not
too bright. They pantomime a discussion that escalates into a fight, this is all translated by body
motion. In the end Mom indicates that she has just shouted very aggressively and Chris walks
“Shouldn’t God Have Answers?”
(It is night now. There’s some ambient light from a lamppost nearby, but not much else. Mom
sits alone on the bench fidgeting, slowly breaking into a panic.)
Where did I go wrong?
How did this happen?
How did he get this way?
Did I miss something?
How do I fix this?
In the park on such a beautiful day
And suddenly he decides he’s gay?!
Oh it’s just a phase
Gotta be a phase
What if it’s not a phase
Oh he will grow out of it
Fine it’ll all be fine
And if it isn’t fine oh
Please God come help me…
How is this happening?
Why would he choose this?
What will people say?
Doesn’t he know what comes next?
I’ve got to do something
Anything…he’s still my son..
There must be something…
What do I do?
What does anyone do?
What did anyone do to deserve all this?
Does he need therapy,
Does he need time,
Should I tell Pastor,
What would he say?
Shouldn’t he have answers…
Should God have answers??
He used to be so little, so happy, just adorable
His smile could still light up the room
He was young, he was innocent, so loved the flowers
When they were in full bloom
He would play, he would laugh, he would run to the park
And I could join him, I could tease him, I could hold him till dark
when bed time would come too soon.
All my life, I’ve been taught
I’ve been warned, against this evil
now it’s here right in front of me
But it’s in the shape of my son,
Whom I care for, whom I Love,
And I want to save him!
And I yelled at him, I’m sorry
It’s to protect him, I swear it’s true
I don’t want him hurt, I don’t want him burned
But he’d bring home is boyfriends,
Does he already have them,
Is he already sinning
My head is spinning
The devil is winning over my son…
Isn’t this the right thing
What would be the right thing,
Do I choose between God and my son?
Can I be faithful to only one?
Is it wrong to just love my son…
Love the sinner not the sin that’s what they say…
(lights go out as Mom leaves the stage, optional cue for rain noise here during the transition)
“Sometimes I Close my Eyes”
(It is sometime in the later morning now (next day). Chris is in the park alone mulling over the
events of the night before, and preparing to plead his case to the audience. He is either skipping
rocks or just sitting on the bench, smiling)
Sometimes I wish, just for the sake of life being simpler, that I wasn’t gay. Then I wouldn’t be
lying, Mom wouldn’t be crying…That’s one of the reasons I become irritated with religion
anyway. What did I ever do to them? Nothing, I was born with a chemical formation in my brain
that said I am attracted to other men. Forgive me for not adequately arranging my molecules
when I was born.
What really gets me though…I am so much more than this. I’m good at Tennis; I’ve got lots of
friends; I’m pretty smart; and I’m a pretty decent person—or, at least, I like to think so. But
suddenly this tiny little sliver of me that I’ve never had any control over becomes all that I
am…even to my mother. How can it be that important….
Sometimes I close my eyes
And picture what it’s like to be
somebody happy and free
No judgements cast or labels thrown
No quirks to deal with on my own
Just simple and happy and me
I put on a smile everyday
But you can’t just hope the pain away
This isn’t how it was supposed to be…
And to feel the warmth of the sun around me
to hear the calm of a breeze
Just to sit here without fear, without doubt
Without wondering what everyone’s talking about…
To be with someone I care about,
To sit quietly with them and be without
The glares of the passersby…
We would start a new chapter
We would find out own place
We would laugh and cry and dance and sing
And find peace and beauty in all things
We would make our own purpose
I’d be loved for being me…
(bows head, stares at the ground for a bit, and then slumps down on the bench)
Sometimes I close my eyes
And wish somehow that she could se
How beautiful that life would be…
(Lights stay up, Chris silently looks at the ground. Mom comes up silently to the bench. They
make eye contact but don’t say anything, and both take their seats)
(Chris and his Mother are sitting on opposite sides of the bench, pensively. Chris never really
makes an effort to talk, but his mother occasionally makes an attempt to start. She second
guesses herself when she sees Chris, who is chewing his cheek and staring at the ground)
(softly, almost begging)…Chris
(he doesn’t move, but turns his head slightly away)
hm? (does not look--)
Chris I’m sorry I yelled..It’s just…so sudden and..and it’s hard for me to process it all I mean—
(sigh of frustration, shifts in his seat and folds his arms, looks somewhere else)
Part of it’s that I just don’t understand (nervously fidgets) I mean you know that it’s wrong and I
just—(cut off by Chris’ glare)
It’s just..are you..you know are sure this is for you?
(blurts out) That’s not a question, Mom, and what does it matter?
There is nothing you could possibly
I can’t be wrong for being born
God made us a certain way
And if he doesn’t make mistakes, doesn’t that mean he made me this way?
(mouth open but unable to find a word immediately)
Nothing, I chose nothing, Mom, this isn’t a choice
But you don’t have to act on it.
Act on what? How I feel about other people?
No you’re…predispo..sition (trying to be diplomatic)
(strink eye, shakes head in a “what?” fashion)
I mean couldn’t you just be with a girl anyway? What’s wrong with them?
Nothing is wrong with girls…that’s not how this works—how are you not getting this?
It’s just a preference isn’t it?
It’s not an acquired taste!
Well what about abstinence
There’s more to life than sex
There’s more to love than sex, why does this even need to be made physical?
Because that’s what’s wrong!
It’s not even a concern right now
It will be
You know what it says
Well if I can’t be in a loving and supportive relationship with another human being who happens
to share my (mockingly) predisposition…. the one God handed me, then I’m not sure I care
what he says on the subject
(trying to spin it) It could be a test
Honey think about it—
Because God says
CHRIS: MOM: CHRIS:
Then what is it
I’ve thought about it, I’ve paid attention. I’ve attended that stupid church every Sunday for the
past 18 years of my life and I have heard and read everything they have to say about it. After I
knew I was this way, I listened to week after week of condemnation for something I had no say
in and wondered why it’s so wrong for me to seek the warmth of another person. Why does it
matter what they are?
THAT’S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON…haven’t you ever stopped to ask why?
(avoiding the question) I’ve been taught the good book all my life and I know that he cares for
me and I know that he was a reason
Sex is for making a union Christopher; it’s about making a family
If family is so important than why are you going to let this tear ours apart?
(nothing to say)….think about the consequences
What will people think about you
I’m just trying to protect you honey
From people like you?!
(nothing to say again)
What about all the others, the Christians and non-Christians that don’t have a problem with me,
they don’t care what I am they would welcome me all the same.
(pleading look, nothing to say)
I’ve you’re so convinced that I’m doomed and you would like to let my sexuality dominate our
family then I could just go somewhere else
You’ve let some portion of my identity over-ride your nearly two-decade relationship with me.
Every other dimension of my being, conveniently shoved out of the way because I happen to
find men attractive. Suddenly that’s all I am to you. You may as well just refer to me as what you
see, just call me gay; that could be my name as far as you’re concerned
That’s not true
I’m trying to save you
Do not talk like that
CHRIS: MOM: CHRIS:
There’s nothing to be saved from. If there is then, it’s from what your God made me, and this
hell of a sick prank he’s pulling on us.
Why not? This is how I feel, this is what your religion is doing to us
You are doing this to yourself
What happened to being a Mother, what happened to being a family?
You’re the one putting your…preferences before us
I don’t care about that, I care about being who I am, and not being ashamed of it. I care about—
Well you should be ashamed
CHRIS: CHRIS: MOM:
(cuts her off…starts to say something, but doesn’t. Turns and walks away)
(anxiously fidgeting with her hands…she doesn’t know what to do)
(shouts) What if I let you be happy? (Chris stops)
What if I just say ‘anything goes’ and let you live the way you want and throw God out the
window. What happens then? How am I supposed to allow you to do this when I know what
you’ll be put through in the end; when I know that when you and I are sent to eternity you will be
punished and left in the dark and I have to stand on the other side and watch you suffer?
Knowing that could happen, knowing that will happen if you walk away, will turn heaven into a
hell of my own. What kind of mother would allow her child to suffer through so much? Tell me
what kind of mother would I be then?! If I could do anything to keep you from this I would, I’d
give up God and salvation to see you change your mind…so please…Chris…I can’t change the
way things are…
(silently huffs at the irony, doesn’t look back, continues walking)
(mutters while fidgeting with hands)
(crumples on to the bench, looks around, unsure what to do now)
(begins to pray, music fades in, lights fade out)
…I care about being happy
(again, unable to find words)
but since you’re so disgusted with the son you’ve raised…I guess that’s it then.
(Chris walks out alone, hands in his pockets, with a calm but rejected look about him. It is night
time now, but there’s a glow about the park—by the lamps or by iridescence.)
The park. Where everything changes and everything ends. The leaves will fall off the trees and
these flowers won’t come up again until someone plants the seeds. In a couple of months this
place will be covered under the white blanket of the snow and yet, even when painted with bare
trees and frozen lakes it will remain just as peaceful as it is in the summer.
Memories both dark and sweet,
And so many of our tears
Will be here when you return
To visit in your later years
And they’ll embrace you just for who you are
They know the things you’ve said in the dark
But they know there’s more to you than your weakest hours…
Yes people find themselves here
They learn to love themselves here
Where they’re safe from all the world
If only for a little while
And people lose themselves here
They grow, mature, and change here
And when they leave they’ll know they’re ready
For that they’ve left behind
And they learn things won’t always be fine
It can rain for quite awhile
Somedays it feels never-ending
But that’s okay
And people will grow apart here
That’s just a part of life, here
But I hoped you and I would defy it
Like many before I had tried it
I thought you of all people would see…
I guess this is how it has to be…
(Chris has moved to one side of the stage at this point, Mom will enter and occupy the other,
singing the last part of the song as a duet)
I’ll be fine by the way, so you don’t have to worry
I’ll be happy, I’ll be kind, I’ll be free.
I can’t promise I’ll forgive you
But somewhere I’ll always hope that you will
Turn around and welcome All of me
(MOM)I’ll be praying for you,
I hope life will be kind to you in a way,
And I know that you may never forgive me
But somewhere I’ll always hope that you will
Turn around and come back home to me
The turmoil, the secrets, are all played out
Our hopes and our fears (are) still dancing all together
And here in the park, by this tree, and this bench
The story has been told.