Slow-Cooked Sentences

Subtraction

Rachael Conlin Levy

Alone,
lunch is a plate
of delicious sadness.
School beckoned to the final child.
All’s well.

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First-day pics of Sam, Max and Chaja.

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7 responses to “Subtraction”

  1. Beth says:

    Love your poem, Rachael- and I’m feeling your pain. Glad you’re holding up ok.

  2. Rachael says:

    Thanks you two.

  3. Linda says:

    How bittersweet! But in time the sadness will be replaced with a stream of uninterrupted words and that creates gladness. Keep writing, you do it so well.
    Ma

  4. shannon says:

    Oh my goodness, how bittersweet! He looks so ready for his new chapter in life. I am looking forward to the “Adventures with Ivan.” It is a strange feeling to embrace when you are not needed so much. Ivan is not the only one who is starting a new chapter. Just think you get to turn your music up loud in car and sing at the top of your lungs while doing errands completely alone, oh yeah!

  5. Rachael says:

    I leave the school heavy with sadness which is immediately replaced with a feeling that I’m floating three inches off the ground. Yesterday, I was completely fine, then just broke down and sobbed for a few seconds. I wiped my eyes and moved on. I just gotta keep moving on.

  6. Beautiful, Rachael. And those few second sobs, we need them. I hope you are doing a little floating today.

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