Day 63

I yell at my kids
9 months a year. Together
we shout: Summer’s here!

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Day 40, etc.

Day 25

Hurry! Eat– Hurry!
Dress– Hurry! Brush– Hurry! Shoes–
Morning has broken.

Day 34

Woman plodding through.
Girl-child grasps her hand, every
where skipping she goes.

Day 39

Twelve shut in a room,
some men, none angry. Futures
decided smoke-free.

Day 40

Because I gave her
time. She led me on, taking
care of everything.