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The Eraser's Day Job

May 22, 2019

Maybe the pencil we hold 
while writing the story of our lives
has an eraser tip
not so much to get rid of
the parts we don’t like,
but to remind us that our days  
will always be made
of beautiful mistakes
and lessons so great.


Like the shade of red my daughter used 
in her colouring book that was a little too bright,
she cried.
Or like that time I missed my flight.


The eraser she used
didn’t get rid of the red.
It made it pink instead,
and pink was her favourite shade.


And I,
I got to sit down at the airport cafe
where our favourite song coincidentally played.

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