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POEM: moms

moms

a seemingly endless line of women
in their late 30s or early 40s
each holding a travel mug in one hand
the end of a leash in the other
some are surrounded by a cloud of children
others wear children in front or in back
they talk about teachers and homework
managing careers and sports schedules
occasionally stopping in mid-sentence
to corral a wayward son or daughter
for a few minutes the steps of the school
are overrun like a beach at high tide
then they walk back down the path to town
leaving a lone employee to put away
the traffic cones and lock the front doors

4 September 2013
State College, PA

Published in Family My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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