Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Image by June Perkins I am looking for the frames to help me break the frames; remembering Playschool windows round, oval, and square. I am remembering how my dolls were broken hand-me-downs and how I thought my frizzy hair made me look a clown. I was a little mother to…
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