by Maya Asregadoo

Day after day marked off of the calendar

Endless ticking of a clock

School, job

life

Make it stop, make it stop

Sticky-sweet apple juice on my fingers

Cracker crumbs on my lips and

Wet soil packed onto my pants and

Gravel stuck between the cracks of my

Shoes

My mother shook her head in

Exasperation but she still

Smiled with secret pleasure

Days devoted to learning and play

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