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REPORT CARD DAY
REPORT CARD DAY
He looks at me
with happy brown eyes,
a solid built child
any mans prize.
The boy holds a secret
if you look closely you’ll see,
something’s broken inside
because he was born of me.
His soft spoken voice
every word spoken with care,
his love of being good
is a burden to bear.
Every lesson is a challenge
his courage I adore,
my admiration for him is limitless
I could not love him more
Teased and called “simple”
too confused to understand,
this is the boy
I am to make a man.
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Comment by: - 2008-04-20 06:39
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First, let's talk about the poem. As a teacher, these are the kids I see every day. They are frustrated, eager to learn, but unable to cope with the growing knowledge that they're not doing as well as others around them. Some keep at it regardless. Some give up. Either way, it's heartbreaking, and you have captured that to a tee in you poem.
Now, I have to say that you keep one thing in mind: the single and most important reason children like this make it or not is if their is at least one person in their lives that cares about them the way you so obviously do. Take me, for example. Failed the 3rd grade, high school dropout, the list goes on and on (we won't get into my college career at this point. Who's got the time?). It takes the tenacity and love of that one important adult to change this around; the one person who keeps at it no matter what.
Sounds like he has that in you in spades. |
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