I Need a Wave Most Days // Day 21


I’m envious of the moms

Who WAVE at the teachers,

Who know them

And speak over unrolled glass in minivans

And shoot the breeze.

In the afternoon school pickup line

That curves round,

I arrive late because I don’t have to be there on time.

Besides, who would I know 

Since we are new to this place.

I prefer to WAVE at the crossing guard

Who broke her foot one afternoon

And the younger guard subbing with her.

I wave at them because they wave back

And sometimes first.

It comforts me to know

Someone sees the new mom,

Even for a second.

This is Day 21 of 31 Days of Poetry.

*Image courtesy of puddleduck.

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October 21, 2015