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Halloween Night

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Thank you to other mothers all over town,

rushing through dinners of grilled cheese

and soup. Spooning warmth into

wriggling children. Wrestling tiny bodies

into masks and coats,

headdresses and long underwear,

insisting the littlest Spiderman

needs mittens.

A round of applause and a superhero cape

for each and every one of us,

who wear this costume for years.

If we’re lucky, we wear it for years.

If we’re lucky, we wear it with joy.

After the holiday, and a decade or two,

the real trick is to smile

when it’s time to pack that costume away.

To see that it’s time

they want to be their own superhero.

Look around

after their whirlwind exit.

The floor is littered with candy corn and glitter.

Sneak a candy bar and answer the door

to meet the next treat at the threshold.

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