First Day of School
They walk hand in hand, daughter resolved not to be a momma’s girl, mother resolved not to be the overprotective lioness, as the school nears, drawing the future closer, the rising sun turning their blond hair to gold sparkling in a stream and revealing through sheer cotton dresses slight bodies swaying, and as they glance at one another as the school doors near, no one can tell who is more terrified.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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