I crawled, I stood up,


grandpa only nodded: yes --



that's how one grows up.

Mama keeps chasing

me, I give me the advice --


she would have given.

Every time I think

what my mother would have said --


Yet, do I know her?

Educational

books are given to children --


who are our teachers.

I started to learn when I was a baby
From my father, from my mother
I learned how to eat
I learned how to drink
I learned how to hold a toy
I learned how to smile with joy

Now that I am older
I continue to learn
Many things about life
No longer about the subjects in school
So, I would become wise,
and not a fool.

She looks at the child

with love and understanding --


It grows right away.

Let politicians claim virtue,
and abandon honest men.

Let the poor inherit promises,
and be comfortable servants.

Let the famous enjoy advantage,
and carry no favors in heaven.

Let physicians prescribe hope,
and a worthy price be paid.

Let education forge solutions,
and notorious liars lose favor.

Let simple humanity be rewarded,
and tyranny reap the sorrow of death.

Schools’, free-ish U.S.
budget cuts GALORE, burnout
Teachers:  in terror   |  are trying

I want this life to read like an intricate novel. I don’t want to keep sitting at a computer all day while the romance of life slips through my arthritic fingers. They are meant to write beautiful prose that flow over our souls and cover them with golden warmth.

Yet they are tippy-tappy typing away at exhausting, unimaginative emails with signatures like “warmest regards” to cover how calloused my heart has become.

Sitting in this comfortable space behind a giant screen where nothing can hurt me is crippling.  We were meant to embrace the love this earth holds us in. We are supposed to bathe in rivers, meet strangers in different cities, and learn to fall. My knees should have scrapes, my elbows bruised from stumbles I take on dirt roads and motorbikes.

While my bones are intact, my life is what is breaking.