The school parking lot
is deserted -
not a car,
bike,
teacher or child
to be seen.
Except her.
A hunched form
to be seen.
Except her.
A hunched form
huddled
behind the planter,
shadowed and forlorn.
My daughter
whom I've kept
waiting.
whom I've kept
waiting.
I roll to the curb.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.
We share
a Chocolate Chip
apology.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.
We share
a Chocolate Chip
apology.
2 comments:
I've been that kid many times. But I don't recall any chocolate chip apology. I absolutely love that phrase.
I'm sorry, Liz! I wish I could buy you a chocolate chip apology for all those time you waited when you were a kid. =)
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