Schools Out

Early release burned into my mind I never want them to get to that curb again and wait for me with a hearts sunk. Curbside ten minutes ahead with doors in my sights I watch with girlish excitement. Little bodies fly through those doors of release. There are ball bouncing,voices calling.

Then he shows. Sweatshirt on a sunny day skinny man Dan racing like a lightening bolt and I the ground, a flash as joy and my afternoon alights. HI! MOM! flies open the door and as a boomerang tossed the backpack lands hard beside me on the passengers seat.

Girls have a slower cadence they wank subdued. Smiles shy and awkwardly and a school mate joins our entourage. lead me in wisdom another child in need. My daughter concerned about this extra life I had in tow, for this child is troubled and broken in soul.

Hi Mom. With wisdom she looks to my eye, missing the attention she has chosen to share. This child chose kindness to rule her heart today. Acing her poetry recital now a finalist in the poetry fair. My sweet little daughter with her Russian golden hair.

Ive snaked them and rested and they have had their TVs fair share so its on now to homework.
This now my time ends. It takes a lot more to be a mother than just being a friend. Step into my honor and live out this high role as the example lives is the best gift I can give.