When All The Parts Were Posted
In his senior year
When all the parts were posted
We celebrated.
My son
Got the lead
Tevye, a fiddler
Balancing between college applications
And tradition.
And me
Trying out
For
Letting go
A stumbling second-rate amateur
Beseeching
Do you love me?
Aren’t we always rehearsing to leave Anatevka?
Higginsville Reader, 10 (4)
