bright eyes

'You unlock this door with the key to imagination' - rod serling/the twilght zone.

My income work is at grade schools.
I work at two.
I can't tell you what I do because I am a custodian.
At the second school of the day, at lunch time I tend the computer receiving lunch numbers from the kids as they pass through with their trays. There are two lunch shifts. The first is comprised of the three year old program, pre-school, kindergarten, 1st grade, 2nd grade. The second shift, third grade, fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade.
So everyday I am rejuvenated.
I am allowed to bear witness to cheer.
All these wonderful children set here in these hills. I see into their eyes. They see mine. Each is a treasure...obviously. Their voices lift my spirit as I become totally entranced by their tales. You know, it's funny; when I am transformed into their world, it is as such that I'm in the 'correct' world. The happy world. The free world.
I never want to leave that world, but lunch soon ends and my duties beckon, and I must go.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
..sandy hook elementary..

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fjamesj9701
I agree I become child like too, they remind me what it means to live and saddened by the tragedy my heart goes to all. Good sharing I guess thats why your Hedistuffhandshake
hedistuff
thanks fjames...
sophiasummer
I read your writing and thought back to yesterday, Christmas day with my beautiful 5year old grandaughter.
As her blues eyes shone. Within all her happiness.
I do so will remeber, the beautiful eyes that closed.

Soph
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