Soul at the Prom (9/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
Are teenage years riddled with stress and fraught?
Who knows, though she shared her soul at the prom.
Fair to say, edgy that night she was not.
She wanted to be a teacher … and a mom.
With me it landed on infertile ground.
A boy in high school get it? Yeah, no way.
A tree in the wood fell a silent sound ...
Me thinking family? Some future day.
A teacher’s vocation doesn’t much pay
though she does sing perfect pitch with diction.
Low teacher’s wage was her widowed Mom’s way.
She went to study Communications.
Post college she found a job in HR
while her “boyfriend” left to get work afar.
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