Severance
Over the years,
the hands, now slightly arthritic
and wrinkled by the many multiples
of 180 plus days,
have developed a firm and steady grip
on the compass of countless young lives.
Thank you, Lord,
for slowly, gently, but persistently
prying those fingers free,
opening them to tomorrow.
This is a great poem about your journey as a teacher over your many years. Great poem
Pretty good poem, im guessing that it might have to do with a teacher going through with many years of teaching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. I liked the use of strong imagery.