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Dec 2012
Innocent eyes search my face
Will she understand my plea?
Does she know how hard it is?
Can she teach what I can't yet see?

Little hands shooting up
Hoping for a "Job well done"
Eager to achieve and impress
Desperate to not be the foolish one

Innocent eyes search my face
Will she understand my plea?
Does she know how hard it is?
Can she learn what she can't yet see?

Little hands reaching up
Hoping to speak without speech
Eager to trust her to know what's best
Desperate for her to still teach

Overwhelmed by the eyes and hands
That trust so willingly
Overjoyed by the eyes and hands
That show me what I can be
As a recent teacher and new mother, I pray for those whose job it is to teach, protect, and love the children in their lives.  Today I mourn with those in Connecticut who sought to cover innocent eyes and hold little hands.  The children in my life make me realize what life is about.
Denae Love
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Denae Love
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