let me be her.

Worn out screaming children  

Dust mopping the floor with their backs 

Gathered a gawping crowd.
At the apex a woman to take one in her arms.

I looked up at her from the floor and thought

Let me always be her.
Tantrums at the thrift store kind of day.

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