it began as all days do
sun yawning
across the faces of school children
bundled up and waiting;
we didn't have money enough
for fleece warm coats
or snow boots
but Faith shrugged on her hand-
me-down pink jacket
kiss me quickly
and flung herself at the world
7 years old
and freezing.
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no notes this time... just bored
just a little observation on the purity of a daughter
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with not a care in the world, just happy to be - where did those days go?
Excellent musing Meli
blessings, Sandi
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Poignant, wish my daughters would read this
They did not lack for warm clothes in winter, nor dry socks or warm shoes, tho' we did put their feet in zip-locks to be sure they stayed that way, and I gave them cups of soupy sweet and hot cream of rice to keep them warm on the way, two speak of their terrible impoverished childhood, and one, my Lynne, speaks of the joy of just being. This hit home. They say perception is hereditary, go figure, coz.
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Beautiful and yet another indication that we can be happy without having a pot to piss in.
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I wish we could bottle that purity. Keep it forever and never let it slip through our hands.
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Short and sweet. I like it.
I think that which carried the most impact would be the second stanza. Though the final stanza brings it round full circle, I think the second is something any mother can see in her own life. Save the author of Harry Potter, JK Rowling, because that bitch is rich.
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Such youthful optimism!
"we didn't had money enough"
'have'?
This doesn't need any notes. It' self-explanatory. I really liked this one. Good to see you post.
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