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Object Permanence

This ring, this silver circle is round like the mouth of a newborn and
round like the sun that rises and falls day after day
Consistency like the mailman or the urge to drink water
Present: the nagging voice of the mother who loves you
A smooth metal promise, a handprint in fresh cement
like the first kiss, still wet on your lips.

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Word & Sole, a creative platform and company offering expert writing/editing services. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her husband, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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