Some days
All of the desks
Line up
The floor is clean
And the carpet doesn’t need
Sweeping
Some days the sky is pristine
The air is transparently effective
The sky pulls me to itself
Adding inches and enlarging my
Spirit
Somedays the song
That runs through my head
Is one of gratitude and hope
The children are all fed
There is plenty on the table
Their houses are heated and the
Minds are at rest
They exude curiosity and kindness
Books are dropped and many hands
Stop to scoop them up.
Some days
Today
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