At summer’s end each school year
my child would cry alone
just overwhelmed
with loss and struggling
to turn the corner
I never was any good at change–
as the pattern broke
the time was lost
to me who never had control
of any of it
At summer’s end each school year
my child would cry alone
just overwhelmed
with loss and struggling
to turn the corner
I never was any good at change–
as the pattern broke
the time was lost
to me who never had control
of any of it