First day

Alone in a crowd,
new experiences
in an old place,
tiny classrooms
with tiny chairs
and tiny memories,
cousins’ feet that ran
those same halls,
molded that same dirt,
swung the same swings.
I’ve employed three
to serenade you,
to sing you lullabies,
but a spring wind
whispers the truth:
the struggle is ours
to embrace, to adopt,
to take down that shelter
layer by layer, nail by nail,
in time, all in good time.



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