Her eyes open wide,
At the thought of school,
She dresses quick
Waking up at crack of dawn.
Her brain is wired tight,
A watertight compartment,
Of thoughts and actions,
Are a sever disconnect.
Her parents wait in calm
Anticipation of that joy,
In wishful thinking,
They seem to survive each day.
sometimes wishful thinking is all we have to hold onto.
ReplyDeletewonderful take on the prompt!
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