Another school, another day
The Indian woman makes her way
Passing students in the hall
To spread her story to them all
Another class, another crowd
The students here are way too loud
The teacher yells, they take their seat
But one quiet girl I'd like to meet
She sits alone, eyes on her book
When I start talking, then she looks
A baby deer, she hid her face
But the smile I saw was filled with grace
My story ends, the kids applaud
The deep attention, their facade
The bell rings, they clear out fast
The lonley girl stands up at last
She then came up to shake my hand
And show the customs of her land
Her shy confidence shining through
From the little girl dressed in blue
The book she holds is one I wrote
My life story, every quote
That one connection; very strong
I should have known it all along
For true happiness is these simple moments-
When people truely connect through their
Heart, spirit, and mind
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
Another school, another day
The Indian woman makes her way
Passing students in the hall
To spread her story to them all
Another class, another crowd
The students here are way too loud
The teacher yells, they take their seat
But one quiet girl I'd like to meet
She sits alone, eyes on her book
When I start talking, then she looks
A baby deer, she hid her face
But the smile I saw was filled with grace
My story ends, the kids applaud
The deep attention, their facade
The bell rings, they clear out fast
The lonley girl stands up at last
She then came up to shake my hand
And show the customs of her land
Her shy confidence shining through
From the little girl dressed in blue
The book she holds is one I wrote
My life story, every quote
That one connection; very strong
I should have known it all along
For true happiness is these simple moments-
When people truely connect through their
Heart, spirit, and mind
Cowritten by the fabulous Elaine Bradley
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