Though my preschooler isn’t here,
I’m tempted to sing nursery rhymes.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
But even if the sun blared bright through my windows,
I would be low.
Though my preschooler isn’t here,
I’m tempted to sing nursery rhymes.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
But even if the sun blared bright through my windows,
I would be low.
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on November 6, 2014
https://choppingpotatoes.com/2014/11/06/sing-low/
Writer balancing between two worlds. Fiction and memoir. Written and real. Parent vs. self. Want vs. need. My pen as my constant companion and key to comprehension.
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