Can you see through the smudges?
The sweat, the tears, the joy, the fret.
The toil of decision
Do you see the labor of love as a little eyelash hangs on for dear life while the child reads a letter to his mommy out loud?
His classmates’ ears standing at attention
And a tear slowly rolls down his pudgy cheek
leaving a trail through dust
-gathered for days-
Can I pleaz hav my dadee back? I mis him so much.
As he reads
-His heart on paper-
Another child punches the wall in the back
We feel his heart pounding and shredding
While we dodge Crayola markers flying through the air like burnt embers
The lesson must go on.
Did you know I slipped on those spectacles
At three in the morning
When all that was left in the bed was a twisted pillow
and a wondering of what would happen next?
is a phrase
Thrown around and around and around
on my spectacles
Tell a different kind of story