Slight Buckling Poet Free verse

For the Children

For the Children

Worry much about the coming.
Of early evening sunsets.
Another mountain moved, for the children.

Oh the burden, like lead weights.
Pulling concern, “am I reaching them.”
All the sleepless nights, for the children.

Underneath the useless ropes.
Of the blind administration.
She fights on, for the children.

Painful hands, from like sodded work.
Not of the earth but of the heart.
Love and compassion, for the children.

I am so proud of how much she gives.
To breakthrough, to inspire.
My wife is a teacher, for the children.

9/8/2018

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