Running silently from his schoolroom he runs to me in tears.
What is the matter? What is wrong?
I want to know!
Can't seem to get in the groove of things today.
It's all so much to learn.
Overwhelmingly, it causes him to spurn the teacher.
Volumes unspoken, are causing tears to flow.
A little hug, some reassurance, a listening ear is all that is required.
It only took a minute's patience - why are teachers so uptight?
We don't mind the minute for our child.
It does our hearts good to know a person's human - how much more so for a child?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, RoseAnn and it's a shame people, especially those that are with children on a regular basis don't understand and feel that passion that a child feels. If you go to my first page, I have some poems starting about children - A Child's Mind is one of them. Hugs