For Efrat
Best buddy for half my life
when I was a school librarian
The earthmother,
Enfolded
All the children.
The poor,
The bullied,
The weak,
And
The sick.
The lonely,
The strange,
The misfits,
And the sad,
All came
To visit.
Taking a break
From
The cruel playground -
That
Broke them down.
They came to me,
Sat under my desk,
Hiding from lessons -
Learning my lessons -
And years on,
They still remember.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:18
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Best buddy for half my life
when I was a school librarian
The Earthmama
The earthmother,
Enfolded
All the children.
The poor,
The bullied,
The weak,
And
The sick.
The lonely,
The strange,
The misfits,
And the sad,
All came
To visit.
Taking a break
From
The cruel playground -
That
Broke them down.
They came to me,
Sat under my desk,
Hiding from lessons -
Learning my lessons -
And years on,
They still remember.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 771 times
Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:18
Tags School
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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