Tonight, I will not write here.
There’ll be no posts for you.
Because an urgent matter has come up
That I must take the time to tend to.
There are twenty-three little people out there
That I used to see every week day,
But now, we meet in video conferencing—
Mostly “Mute” as they hear what I say.
We try to stay positive as best we can
With stars for improvement and smiles;
They use all their grit as they, too, work from home,
But it’s hard to learn across all the miles.
I’m noticing those smiles are drooping a bit—
They miss class, the playground, and friends;
It’s been over a month in Quarantineland…
And they wonder when all this will end.
So instead of writing to you tonight,
I’m taking a little blog rest
To pen them a letter for real “snail” mail,
And help put those worries to rest.
I’ll also include a good dose of cheer
For those sweet little 8-year-old minds—
A pep talk, I feel, is just what they need,
And inside will be kindness, they’ll find.
As their teacher, I hope you will please excuse
My absence for just this one night,
Because I won’t sleep a single wink
‘Til my heart gets that priority right.