Sometimes

As a kid, I was not a big fan of writing poetry. I didn’t like being bound by rules while trying to put my emotions and visualizations down on paper, when in my mind, poetry was a free-flow of emotions. I don’t mind it as much now. Sometimes, during the school year, I follow the rules of rhyme, rhythm, stanza measure, etc. But sometimes, during summer break, I don’t…

Sometimes, during summer break,

the ticking of the clock becomes obsolete,

and the days and weeks pass by without us knowing

what happened to our vacation days.

 

Sometimes, during summer break,

we yearn to begin rejuvenating

our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,

so that we step out of the sun a new person

with a renewed purpose and drive.

 

Sometimes, during summer break,

we take it for granted,

the days without lessons, grading papers, and tests

and our chosen calling here on this planet.

 

Sometimes, during summer break,

we forget that we are teachers

and remember once again that we are spouses and parents,

yet more importantly, human beings

whose lives are short and valuable.

 

Sometimes, during summer break,

we blink and the school year begins,

and the ticking clock returns

as the sun sets on another summer break.

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