A Journey from
1944 to … Now
2006–2007 School Year
Home
Now I’d left teaching—once again.
Was home instead, where I had
been.
Too much had happened—could not deal—
Just could not handle what I’d feel.
Mortality is what I felt—
I cursed the cards that I’d been dealt.
So I stayed home to read and write
And be with Joyce—yes, day and night.
But nibbling at my mind—a lot?
The notion that I long had taught—
And (how on earth do I begin?)
I wanted to go teach—again!
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