The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

No one understands the things we hear our student-children say Our dreams are nightmares through the night We are scared for the children- the fights they have to fight No matter how much we ever do, it will never be enough But that’s the life of a teacher; we know it’ll be tough Constantly giving even when we have nothing more to give This is the life that most teachers learn to live Even when we have a moment to ourselves, when we get a break We are actively preparing for future generations’ sakes

No matter the curves that we teachers are thrown These students and kids, they become our own Margo By Reagan Hardy Born in an earlier decade,

She smells of lavender and a faint hint of diesel. Her cracked skin and rusty joints mark her age. Her gray has dulled over the years with bald patches now present. She has been given more time by replacing her vital parts. Her speed slowed by the years. No longer reliable for long trips. She makes herself known as she transports children to school, to work, to practices, to dinner, to church and safely home again. She welcomes friends and provides comfort through her heavy steel frame. My 1985 Mercedes, Margo. Dodge

By Noah Jennings In the darkest time, you shined bright. Like a lighthouse on the rocks, you led me home. Safely to the shore, you carried my soul to the land of compassion. This year has not been easy with growth and challenges abound.

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