It's difficult.
Moving beyond the warmth
And love
To another moment
Makes me sad.
These precious times
I savor,
Yet they slide away
Like the last bite
Of a sweet treat.
Perfection floats
Before my eyes.
Comfort drifts
toward my ears.
I want to grab it,
Hold it,
Freeze it
In time.
I don't want to
Let go.
No!
Heart-aching,
Eye-burning,
Wistful
Ruminations.
It's futile.
Everything
Changes.
This is how I generally feel about change...but I am trying to change my outlook. After 15 years teaching 4th grade I will be Looping to 5th grade next year. My post today deals with the anxiety I have about this change
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