After Class

After Class

Dizzying days
Of stroller parkades
Two minute warnings
And eruptions of laughter

Roars, explores, snacks, and more.

Sticks, stones, please don’t break any bones.

Slide, hide, seek and confide

The trees call my name
For solace not shade
I actually prefer to be in the sun.

And here it’s all fun
And no one wants to be done.

“Feet first, my dear,”
But will she hear?

(No) She rarely does

Because in this space,
we fly free as love.
“I’m ready.”

That path calls my name.
“I’m coming.”

By Christina Lindvay

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