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Being Young

This morning one of my ninth grade students

Is showing off her sonogram

With the same excitement and enthusiasm

I used to see in my daughter when she was showing off a new Barbie doll

With it’s glittering gown and open toed plastic heels.

 

I tilt the image this way and that -

Hypnotized by the light

That dances on and off of the black glossy surface

Just the way it did when I was a kid

Shaking the magic eight ball

Waiting for a glimpse of the answers

That I knew were going to emerge from the shadows.

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Jul 2, 2011
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