Friday, August 16, 2013

Late

The school parking lot 
is deserted -
not a car, 
bike, 
teacher or child
to be seen. 

Except her. 
  A hunched form 
huddled 
behind the planter, 
shadowed and forlorn.
 My daughter
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.

2 comments:

  1. I've been that kid many times. But I don't recall any chocolate chip apology. I absolutely love that phrase.

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    1. 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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