Maybe It’s Right
Maybe ‘being right for me’ is the only answer I need.
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…