What Crosses My Mind

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • 3rd Desk From The Wall

    I sit down alone here, my desk, my refuge for the hour, no one can touch me here oh there might be eyes, occasional grunts, perhaps even a wad of paper, beyond that I have a teacher knows I sit here I sit in the 3rd desk from the wall every day until yesterday. ~…

  • When We Last Spoke

    That incident in the hallway, seemed a thing of the past, I thought we were moving forward, didn’t think their strength would last. When we last spoke, you smiled and said good-bye, the same way you had since we met in second grade. ~ High school coming to an end, the next chapter, so many…