to fly
through time and space
to you
scented bubbled bliss
immersion
melding souls
we two
chocolate-coated kiss
to fly
through time and space
to you
scented bubbled bliss
immersion
melding souls
we two
chocolate-coated kiss
soulful eyes drowning in sadness,
salt sweetened kisses,
drenched and dried, caress.
For I have sinned.
Sometimes I make things up. Not in a bad way. But, I’m a teacher, you see, and a little poetic licence sometime goes a long way to get to the point of a moral. So, I have lied, more than a few times. In my defence, the kids don’t know this. I get to the point and they get the message. I call that a win/win. Don’t you?
I have also cursed. A lot. But so does everyone else in the staffroom. Otherwise, how could we cope with some of the traumas we learn about? So, excuse me, please, on that one. We were all at it. (Pointing, rather pointedly.)
Father, I have also lost the plot a few times and went ballistic with my own kids. But I think you would have too. I mean, how do I keep the head with some of their insignificant complaints after what I see and hear during the day? I know that’s no excuse because it’s not their fault that some kids have shitty parents. I want to tell them how lucky they are but I don’t want to see them cry. So, sometimes, I lose it. I’m trying my best. Really, I am.
I also sometimes swear and curse just for the hell of it. You’ve heard me. I know I’m not shocking you.
Fuckety. Fuckety, bastardy, shitty, God-awful parents that don’t deserve kids sort of swearing.
I really, really try not to do this ‘cos I don’t know where those parents are coming from. God knows, (that would be you) all what sorts of shit they’ve had to deal with.
But, God forgive me, I still want to batter their faces in.
I mean, I really want to knock ten bells out of them. And I know this is not fair because I don’t know all what sorts of traumas they’ve come through.
Yadda, yadda,yadda.
I still want to stand up to them and really get in their faces and …well, you probably know what limbs I want to rip off, so there’s no need to go there.
Father, I don’t for want for me to be a violent psychopath with reasons that could be justified in court.
Please help me to either not give a shit about these kids. Or, at the very least, to recognise that,sometimes, I will find myself breaking every commandment in my head. But I won’t act on them and you’ll forgive me for the thought, I hope. I promise I won’t castrate every person that dares to abuse a child.
I’ll think about it, though. Is that a sin?
P.S. If you could see your way to us winning the lottery a lot of the above could be avoided. At least, by me.x Kisses and cuddles. xxxx
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