A Poem
My blogging goal is to put positive stuff out into the world, so at first I hesitated about posting this poem I wrote.
And then I thought....if it makes someone think twice about the children who suffer each day...and then that person makes an effort to be a force of change for a child...well, what is more positive than that?
The Quiet One
by Marjorie Light
You stand up there
in the front of the class
thinking you know me,
but you don’t.
Can you see the bruise
on my ribs from the board?
Or the hole in the bottom
of my too-tight sneakers?
I wonder if you can tell
that I haven’t had anything
to eat since yesterday’s
free spaghetti with marinara.
When you yelled about me
not having a pencil and
didn’t do a simple assignment,
know there’s no money for my allowance.
If you see my head nodding
it isn’t ‘cause I don’t like you
or the lesson - you may not know
my mom never came home last night.
One day last month you stopped
by my desk and said, “Good job.”
I keep hoping you’ll notice again
if you try to get to know me.
