Bill Grace - Stop Sign Stop

When my daughter first came to this country
There was a pink teddy bear to help greet her on the ramp
We did not speak Russian, she did not speak English
Our first bridge – other than Laurie struggling to learn the Cyrillic alphabet –
Was the sign at the end of our cul-de-sac that said: STOP.
“S” …….…….. “T” ……………….. “O” ……………….. “P” …………….
Our first mutual foray into English
Every time a ride was taken the word was acted out
That birthed a daughter of Russian soil to her first English word in English.
II. coming soon
III. also written and coming very soon

Bill Grace

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