School is an obsession -
one of many.
Imagine them: butterflies at first,
sweet, but surrounding your face,
flapping their wings while you try
to bat them away - gently though -
They won't hurt you.
But the butterflies turn to bees,
swarm, overwhelm, joined
by flies, douse you and you cannot
escape. Buzzing is all you can hear.
Moments of peace come more often
now that we are moving
to such happiness.
Still, I worry
will your diamond tears stop flowing?
I see them when I think
of you in all your