She told me today that she’s single:
her relationship fell victim to wandering eyes and cheating heart.
She’s not upset.
Young attraction – but not love.
It lasted ages in elementary romance realms.
She insists it was his cute, round face that made him appealing.
The girl he was caught flirting with?
And she, apparently, is not the lying type.
So boyfriend (who is still dreamy) was dropped like a call.
Unphased, baby girl is moving forward.
She’s only in Fourth Grade, afterall.
No need to be tied down.
[And hey, Mama’s a single gal, too.
So it can’t be all bad.]
Her focus? On school. On her art. On herself.
As it should be.
There’ll be plenty of other boys vyying for attention.
And she, my diva, will be wise enough to choose well.
She’s too valuable a treasure, too great a prize.
There are years of life ahead.
This break up is just one experience to toss into the folder,
and file away.
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