The counter is covered
with the day’s supplies.
Colored pencils, base ten blocks,
workbooks, toys.

Heads full of knowledge
Imaginations running wild.

The morning sun streams
through the windows,
bringing warmth and happiness
to the cold winter day.

She cuts up an apple,
opens two cheese sticks
Answering questions
as they work to master another skill.

Mornings are her best time—
her most creative time—
but in this life they live,
mornings don’t belong to her.

She opens her notebook
Grabs her pen.

She’s learning to capture words
in the midst of the ordinary
Instead of waiting
for inspiration to strike.

This is what chasing her dreams
looks like today.

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