Its been a long day and I have little to say today. Here's a short piece about teachers and the scars they leave or wounds they heal.
Writing in Ink
How many years since I wrote in ink
Class room noisy with desks banging, chairs scraping
Dreaded teacher handles us fragile adolescents with harsh dislike
Scrapping our nerves with his assault
Heedless of the life long scars
That will fester and ache in years to come.
Be gentle teachers, be wise gardeners of the soul
See that this plant needs space, this one is dying of water and over here is a seedling completely uprooted
Roll up your sleeves and see
Taking meticulous care to tend these precious saplings
Do it well and future adults will carry the ink marks of your pen with love and gratitude.
A masterpiece in seeing the needs of others.
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