I sit here tonight
trying to count
grains of sand
blades of grass
clusters of stars
All equally hard
to gather
to quantify
to order in a way
that is meaningful
Like the way that
she went to bed smiling
but didn't wake up
with the sun
Like the way that
my friend went to bed smiling
but got the call at school
Like the way that
(I'm guessing)
she bent over
first silently
and
then with a
cascading
gasp
big
enough
to drown
the
stack of years
she will spend
missing her mom
I sit here tonight
intending to think about
phonics instruction
and
small group instruction
and
assessment technology
All equally hard
to gather
to quantify
to order in a way
that is meaningful
because
right now
the
only
thing
that makes much sense
is
to
write
Write on,
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