Monday, September 06, 2004

I am...

I am a construction worker.
I am the first curl of hair tucked inside your baby book.
I am the poem on your mothers desk at work.
I am your first pair of ballet shoes you are sharing with your kids.
I am a popsicle turning your lips red.
I am an educator.
I am a dove.
I am a wedding day.

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