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In the Quiet Moments


After the excitement of the learning
And the exhaustion that follows,

After the performance for the principal
And the observation is over,

After the bustle of the school day
And the echo of the students has left my head,

After networking with teachers
And the anticipation of our plans,

After tutoring a student in need of me
And staying late on a Friday night

After correcting mountains of assignments
And finding the improvement in all,

After setting up appointments
And picking up prescriptions,

After walking the dog
And hoping the chewing will stop,

After cooking supper
And helping with homework,

After the workout is done
And the muscles are aching

I take the time to let the quiet and stillness overtake me.
It is then the emptiness sets in.
The void of
The perfect pitch of Oksana singing through life
The rational voice of Tony as my intensity builds
The stories of a school day
The feel of their arms wrapped around me
The company of my soul mate
The heat of my husband as we sleep

In the quiet moments
I realize how much I miss them.

Comments

  1. PamOctober 16, 2010 at 8:58 PM

    Awww ... hope that you can all be reunited soon.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 17, 2010 at 1:33 PM

    Hang in there Mandie. You will all be together soon. Remember they all love you. Love Marguerite

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