to the corner with Grace
to catch the noon bus to Kindergarden
that "fresh blanket of snow" quietness
Feet crunching
hoods together, face to face
Clara's eyes staring into mine as we walked
questioning
then peeking out at all the whiteness.
(nothing else I'd rather be doing)
3 comments:
A Post!!! I love the one of the two of you, you should have made it HUGE.
Thanks Annie! Just a little shy!
Jackie, I loved your poem and photos! Very clever...even more cute!
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