One of my students, a 9-year-old only child, told me through tears how lonely he has been during an afternoon check-in video chat. I wanted to hug him and tried with comforting words. Ultimately, I wanted him to know that I see and hear him.
#32
Your tears are stories
of a loneliness you keep
in a book I hold open
I work more now than I did at school, specifically trying to salvage time for my 5-year-old son. To compensate, I wake up early. Often I hear the same songbird. She is awake with me at the early hour and good company.
#34
Our songbird sings be-
fore the dawn when a hazy
mist fades to first light
My partner does the laundry more than me. I was surprised and excited when I saw the laundry basket at the end of our bed with my favorite pajamas folded on top. I wear a lot of pajamas these days.
#35
When you find your best
pajamas clean and folded
like a gift for you
that is heartbreaking….our poor students
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I like how the poems punctuate your snippets and love weaves them together.
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Love reading your wonderful words fuddy š
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Those haikus are beautiful. I love how they give such vivid glimpses into your world.
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