The Dollar Store Bunny
THE DOLLAR STORE BUNNY
I chit chat with a saint at church
telling her how my grandson spent
Kindergarten online. This will follow
his class all the way through
to high school graduation.
His second grade teacher was happy -
the class advancing,
by leaps and bounds,
godspeed ahead. I tell her
how the Kindergarten teacher
adopted my grandson’s bunny as a pet.
She smiles, sparkling eyes and all, and
tells me about how her grandson threw
his bunny in the air, then it landed on
a light and burned up. Now, I surmise
that the saint’s bunny, like the Velveteen,
is a stuffed rabbit. I tell her my grandson’s
is real and we have a big laugh. She admits
that the flying bunny was purchased
at the Dollar Store - the poor, dearly departed.
5/21/2023
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