I dropped my daughter off at school, this morning.
Had to wait while the bus unloaded the high-school kids.

I watched them pass in front of me, so casually, so naïve.

And I was filled with such an ache
I almost burst into tears.

Age, viewing youth…

With envy, longing, wonder, jealously,
appreciation, and pain.

It’s that sort of day, today.

And will be every day after.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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