My day at school today:
My heart bleeds
as I watch my student
for the past three years
pack his things-
mom and stepdad split.
My heart bleeds
as another student
will not get a meal
until midnight-
mom comes to then.
My heart bleeds
for the injustices
so many kids
face daily-
my heart aches.
After school I pull into my drive:
My bleeding heart
peeking above ground
mingling with other
budding plants-
spring is coming.
My bleeding heart
gives me hope
for brighter days
for all-
I cling to that.
My bleeding heart
reminds me that
fragile flowers blossom
despite the cold-
The kids will, too.
So cool that you’re doing the poetry challenge! Write on, Tracy!
Thank you, Tracey. Poetry is not my strength, but I am looking forward to learning more about it and growing as a poet.