aging
Writing
Vitiligo: Flowers of Hope
By Diana HaCriss, cross, criss, cross.
My grandmother and I sit next to each
other with foundation in one
hand, a brush in the other.
We blend.
Grandma’s age spots lighten as
my white spots darken, unfolding
the magic of disappearance.
The girl who cried during Dumbo
By Lili LangI miss you, the girl who cried during Dumbo
Who sobbed just because someone else was
I miss you, the girl who giggled when she got tucked in at night
Who begged to be read to
Skipped when she was happy
Stomped when she was sad
I miss you and I have no right to
to little me
By Peyton CommererTo the child I once was, in a time now afar,
I send back my thanks, from the future’s bright star.
For the dreams that you dared, for the hope in your eyes,
For the laughter that echoed under wide-open skies.