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I Learned

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TANYA CLIFF

I learned
from my children
to run outside on a winter day
in my pajamas and boots
to capture
a picture of a drop of frozen water on a leaf
extended
across my icy pond
a jewel that sparkles
but only until the sun warms the air

I learned
from my children
to make brightly colored frosting
for sugar cookie adorning
to create
a spectacle of baked imagination
presented
on glass cookie trays
but only until their bellies rumble

I learned
from my children
to paint with all ten fingers
on poster board canvas
to explore
fine art with reckless abandon
revealed
in bright, rainbow colors
but only until the filled paper tears

I learned
from my children
to throw out the rule book
with paper and pen
to define
our own invented games
gratified
through echoing giggles
but only until bedtime reckons

I learned
from my children
to pause…

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