Monday Morning

My child,
so small

on the blacktop.

The school,
so fragile

at its midpoint.
Glass doors.

How is it that I
leave my heart

like this?



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21 thoughts on “Monday Morning

  1. Mine is 13, and taller than me now…still, when I dropped her off…knowing she was going through glass doors that wouldn’t be locked…the distance between us is not so great that our sense of security (false as it is) has remained in tact. It hasn’t…and I doubt will ever be again.

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