The white robed girls flock We can hardly count the years Release them like doves Key words: graduation, girls, freedom
The white robed girls flock
We can hardly count the years
Release them like doves
Key words: graduation, girls, freedom
Author: Janice
A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?
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