As a child
I would
wait,
Breathless.
Praying for
the words
I longed to
hear.
Please,
Oh please,
Oh please,
Say
Monticello Schools.
I would lay,
Curled up
in my bed.
Listening
to the radio,
Longing for
a snow day.
And then
the radio would say,
“MONTICELLO.”
I would leap out of bed,
I would leap out of bed,
the rush of
excitement filling me up.
Today I was
woken out of a sound sleep.
I squinted
at the clock
5:55 am.
Then the
phone rang again.
I sleepily trudged over.
Picking up
the phone
I was
transported to the ten-year-old girl
I once
knew.
“Monticello
Schools are closed.”
Said my
Superintendent’s voice.
The joy of
the unexpected gets me every time.
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