Baby Elephant March

They appear, carrying your fragile heart in their hands.

Shlurrpff, off the breast.

“I do myself”; an experiment in feeding.

Mismatched clothes, and shoes on the wrong feet.

Backpack on and away to school.

Friends and teams.

Is that my car?



13 Replies to “Baby Elephant March”

    1. I miss those days of shoes on the wrong feet sometimes. But I do love this age too. Teens can be completely wonderful, interesting, and also infuriating.

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