To my Favorite Fifth Grader
I love your pesky questions—the hows and whys,
Your eyes full of wonder, astonished
With each of my explanations. I stand
In the center of the circle, describing
The workings of the world: the moon and stars
The gravity, the magic of numbers, the difference
Between salt and sugar. “Is this true?” you ask.
Looking into your face with my weary eyes,
Knowing there may be no proper answers
To all your big questions, I nod my approval,
And, you, like me, smile and sit down.
Your questions, like some silent birds,
Wing their way through my lonely nights.
Trying to stay awake, with whiskey
On the thermals of my breath, I see
Your questions crowned on a smiling face,
A yellowing notebook, and a candlelight.
“Is this true?” Yes, my sweet student, I’m afraid
This is true as well. The whiskey
On my breath doesn’t know how to lie.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-12-29 at 13:01
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