ten saturdays left until
i drive the firstborn to a faraway school in a faraway city. ten saturdays left of early morning coffee and late night laughter; of outdoor adventures and inside jokes. she was born on a sunday, and we have since had nine hundred and fifty-eight weeks of learning and loving and leaving, and now there are but ten saturdays left.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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