4 kids in 3 years: reflections on motherhood, art and life.
Chik, chuk, chik, chuk; the hazards beat a dull heart.
We line the cars up along the sepia-tinted streets of my childhood.
There are flags trembling, a light drizzle.
I am alone in my car, waving to my best friend just ahead.
It is a parade, a homecoming,
[Written for the WordPress Weekly Challenge: Fifty, a fifty word post that tells a story.]