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The small victories of a working mother — flash poetry

“There’s a clean shirt in your backpack!”

<Door slams! Bam!>

First

to sign up for parent-teacher meetings.

Small victory.

Showed up on time —

early pick up, after all.

Small victory.

Pushed the migraine aside

(til tomorrow)

in order to be present

today

for preschool Chanukah party, songs, dance, and black light.

Huge victory.

Grater?!? Where’s the grater?

Found it.

And it’s clean.

Ready to make latkes. Here you go.

Take it. Take the potato, too. Wait don’t forget it’s late already past over there under the couch no upstairs in your room under the laundry basket i don’t know maybe okay fine call me at work later and let me know you’re home so I don’t worry I’m always worried what did you eat today tomorrow I promise tomorrow i know I’m sorry on Monday.

I’ll make it to the party on time.

Clean shirt in his backpack. Clean shirt. He’s got a clean shirt.

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