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Snacks

Snacks


The joys of boys Morphed into mothering men But how and when?
As I nibble on chips of worry Dipping heartily into regret Dabbing up dripping chaos As unknowns crumble into waves I wipe them out, gather them up, toss them away Unacknowledged, unmet, not forgotten
I wake and sleep to memory Stroking the waters they riddled Wonder if they can be made whole again Or understood in these new pieces Glances of what I once held
Mornings bring clean up of this constant graze Until the day I realize we are made to change

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First Day of School

First Day of School

Every single one of us
is pins and needles
sharp nerves
new scratchy clothes and roles
not quite comfy yet

Every single one of us
has an inner voice bursting
squealing tamed excitement
in the reunions
new and old

Every single one of us
is vibrating with short uneven breaths
harnessing anxiety
toeing the cliff of unknowns
together and alone

Every single one of us
is mindless mumbling plans and  checklists
organizing, collecting, unpacking
entire worlds
easing into our chores

Every single one of us
is high fives, hugs, robust hellos
spreading relief
in new rooms, supplies, class lists
renewal, potential and a wish