The girl awakes one morning, a superhero in gaucho pants, packing her bag to visit, again, the third grade. She knows not her power.
Today she will think new thoughts, learn new ideas. She will, I hope, laugh and share her beautiful smile with a few fortunate friends.
On the tire swing after school, I imagine a day when she’ll swing out, a young girl, and back, a grown woman. Is today that day?
We grow older, still, standing on the bank, watching our superhero fly.
Lovely post and interesting blog.
Thanks for visiting me too.