Clean, fresh, folded it piles on the floor.
Reminding the kids to clean their rooms becomes daily chore.
Today, I guess, I will make my own pile no more.
In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I will write one poem per day.
Day 1: Tercet
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One year later, I color in my emotion square for the morning. I am feeling anxious today. One year later, I feel anxiety, but work through ... -
It's been 11 months since my kids have visited my mom's house. Her goat farm is only 45 minutes from our house. Since he... -
"Just a heads up, we will have a statewide tornado sirens at 9:50am today," I explained to the 6th graders in our Google Meet arou...
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