Playground duty, for my sins.
I catch you clawing at soil, your small
fingers tasting the earth.
You hand me a stone
you found in the muck
and tell me to keep it
because it’s special
it will keep me safe.
I can’t remember the last time I received such a thoughtful gift.
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 9:59 AM UTC
Playground duty, for my sins.
I catch you clawing at soil, your small
fingers tasting the earth.
You hand me a stone
you found in the muck
and tell me to keep it
because it’s special
it will keep me safe.
I can’t remember the last time I received such a thoughtful gift.
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