In my day, for breath
After the priorities
Have been shuffled through —
A release, perhaps
Of expectation, or the
Desire for different
Such is the promise
Of a few moments caught at
The end of long days.
In my day, for breath
After the priorities
Have been shuffled through —
A release, perhaps
Of expectation, or the
Desire for different
Such is the promise
Of a few moments caught at
The end of long days.
Mom of two, full-time teacher, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and holder of a very full plate View more posts
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