To Those Who Turn

To those little ones–those brave little  Children–whose shadows stretch  longer and higher than the wisest & oldest grown-ups— To those little ones that take my daughter’s hand–wait patiently and without knowing—  never give up— on her.  Your hearts are bigger and brighter than the biggest  apple on the tree.  To those little ones who turn my daughter’s head In the right direction– Who lift her chin to make sure that she too gets to see the greatness of your  Tower– and how good you did! and to those who see…

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Chalk Moon

I see my child running left to right.  With an adult like animal chasing after her–one that once was human–strung by an invisible rope–sweating  Big, fat drops of sweat  born in a long day of keeping up– To my daughter’s erratic steps.    The chime and play of the entire school on the blacktop is a world entirely unbeknownst  to me—a mirage– I see my child in the wood chips–curiously untamed, naked screaming  like a distraught fawn bare shaky on her legs spitting angst at everyone– And the principal hovering–a…

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