Poetry, Spilled Thoughts
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What We Carry

arms in the air in front of a forest

Look me in the eyes again. Tell me anything, the summer breeze blowing through those white blinds, the sausage and onion pizza you had for dinner last night, that you’re scared of spiders. I don’t know, exactly, what it is I want to hear. But I know I like the sound of your voice, the way you always grab my chin, make me look you in the eyes. As if this moment, this single, insignificant moment should be celebrated, remembered. So that months later, when you’re gone and I’m driving the highway alone, suitcase in the passenger seat, I remember those blinds, those eyes. And I remember what I think I’ve always known; it is the small moments we carry with us.

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. 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 fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️


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