Eraser
On my first day
I met a new friend.
We had the same new sneakers
And sharpened pencils
And coloring books
And backpacks
And French braids
And rulers
And we smelled the same smells of our school.
My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard
And she picked it up
And said, “I’ll never forget you.”
Copyright © Lee Etheridge | Year Posted 2022
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