Carrying the Weight of Others

Frozen in stress and ambitious fear since the semester started, at its end they are bright tomatoes, summer squash, beets, salmon berries –fruits ripened on a hard vine. 
I remember one young woman who carried all the hopes of her immigrant family in her backpack. The snows of Kilimanjaro seemed to weigh no less. 
Her smile when it was over and she had made it into medical school was like the sun rising over that far land. The earth sheds heat at night so the next day can be as full as the last. 

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