Ninety Minutes

Not stealing time,

Not wasting time

But writing

In the midday lunch break stretched to twice its size.

Walked the dog and coffee’d, I’m in heaven,

With a glimpse of sun and time to scribe, no cries

From children or their needs,

No pressing purpose,

Just time alone with Peeta and my pen,

One couch for him and one for me.

We’re sorted.

Half hour more and back to school again.

I love to teach,

It satisfies some need here,

I like to think I fulfil a need with them,

Kids and me, we’re good for many lessons,

But, on days like this, 

I think I’d really like to go part-time!