Sometimes I remember when
An Ill given price of advice
Given to a child
Popped up in the wrong place, yet right heart.

I often wonder how my kids are doing now.
If their teacher ever acknowledged my way
Less if they even took it in stride.

I was logical, efficient.
I explained the madness to my method.
They got it.
They listened.

I listened to bullies,
To the misunderstood angry kids,
The undesirables, I guess.

I accepted bullies as newbies
Listeners as helpful advisors
Class clowns as young leaders.

Every child had its equal and right place
In my room.

They may have stumbled on their journey to righteousness.
But their stumbles were my praised steps.
Each hesitant one to glory.

They were still all my kids,
I took care to notice and observe the dynamics.
I hope they're okay.

I just really hope they're all okay.
I really really hope my kids are okay.