the sieve and the sand

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babysitting

Why I sometimes feel like a babysitter

poetry

I’m off into the fray
to confront all of the
little monsters who
if they had lived in
my grandfather’s day
would have been grown
up, out, in, and to the side
by now (as he assures me he was)
but alas are not.

August 26, 2008 Jared Abraham Tagged babysitting, college, students 3 Comments
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