Doctor Grandma

I sit, at my desk,

after 10 hours’ sleep

where I tossed and turned all night,

my body, settling,

my brain, active,

thoughts of my students raging aloud,

The morning sun streaming,

my coffee, strong,

it comforts me as I take it in,

For the end of a race,

you must save energy

for the final sprint, where you give it all,

Knowing this balance makes all the difference

and determines who wins the race,

My final sprint is a thousand emails,

a hundred papers to grade,

Notebooks filled with assignments

from anxious students on the last day,

… but a crisp, Fall morning beckons

for a leisurely walk around

my favorite park, with trees still standing,

as their beauty falls to the ground.

cfblack, 12-03-2016  

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