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rain boots

after music class on

a rainy Thursday morning

gritty mud puddles

in the parking lot

buckling the baby

into her carseat while

he’s stomping, splashing, falling

down in his new

navy blue rain boots,

his first pair,

still a little too big

This entry was written by Brianna, posted on February 4, 2010 at 2:40 pm, filed under Ben, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.

2 Comments

  1. Kristin
    Posted February 4, 2010 at 3:35 pm | Permalink

    Smile

  2. lynnivere
    Posted February 4, 2010 at 4:17 pm | Permalink

    So vivid.. I can smell the rain & rubber boots. *melts into the newness*