Snapshots

The lights were back the other night for the first time this season and, as always, you were on my mind. I wrote this a while back; I don't remember why or what prompted it. It's how I remember that last week, though. Apropos, I guess, given what you loved most.

Snapshots

Flash

Late night, tired eyes, brains spent
Baby sleeping in his stroller
Another deadline, pages in paste-up, backlit
Glance down, our arms entwined on blueline

Flash

Morning light, cool table against my back
Quiet with my girlish thoughts
Why are you late?
Will you think me beautiful here waiting for you?

Flash

Ringing phone, dinner cooking
A familiar voice, broken
Words spilling from a yawning tunnel
Fall back
Wall stops
Sliding down
Why?

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What's in a name?

10-year-old: We had the meanest substitute teacher EVER today. All she did was yell at use for like two hours.
Mom: What is her name?
10-year-old: Miss Flunk.
Mom: Miss Flunk? Seriously?
14-year-old: I guess we know why she's not a REAL teacher.

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