It’s rocking on to end of year
We’re all getting a little tired
The aches and pains are catching up
The marking pile grows higher
The last competition of the year
Awards nights, arts, sports and academic
The year 12 students are almost out the door
The 10s and 11s to follow soon after
And when the doors shut on the last day
It’s not a day of exhaustion
Parties visits intersect with next years preparation
I really like my doctor
Her acent is devine
She used to be not busy
Now to see her there is a line.
I have wonderful friends
They are bright and kind and cheerful
Spending time with them
Makes my dramas fade away
It is always fanastic
To catch up with distant folk
The ones that mean so much to me
That tolerate my remotes
I can get quite isolated
Not by force but by my choice
I find I need my me time
After dealing with so many folk
By the end of term I am drained
Empty of brains and emotions
The thought of conversations
Stimulating or other kinds
Just leaves me hollow and sunken
A shell with nothing inside.
I force myself to be social
To not cut off friends dear
But I can admit to dreading
Visits from these friends I fear.
One day it will be different
One day I’ll look forward to with love
And passion and excitement
but for now
Finding conversation of any kind is hard
To string the words together
Coherence I fail to find.
My friends from way back in high school
Were such an accepting bunch
I have never really told them
How much this meant to me
That I could take my time outs
To do what I needed to
To study, to sit, to write,
To be my introvert.
Then,
One day after a couple of months
Of self imposed solitude
I’d pick up the old hand phone
And call them up to join
Whatever their latest adventure.
They’d welcome me back with open arms
Never questioning me nor quizzing
On why I left them hanging two long months ago.
I’ve always wanted a Masters
Of what, I did not care.
I’ve dreamed and looked up courses
And plotted as I dared.
Now I’ve finally started.
Two assignments in.
The joy has started to wear – a little thin.
I still quite like the study
I love reading and research
And happily I’ll type notes
Write notes
Re-interpret
My problem is another one
Work and life get in the road
When I want to study
I have to be at work or down the road
It’s harder than I thought
Finding the time for me
To let my brain delve deeply
Into reading difficulties.
Children should be loved
And cherished
Their life a happy playground
Their problems should be small or smaller
Food always on the table
Oh No!
I forgot to clean my room
I did not eat my veges
I climbed atop the trampoline
And fell into my parent’s arms
All was well, I broke a bone
But love was all around me.
That’s the childhood I always knew
Until I started teaching
And even after many years
You still come across a story
That makes you ache deep in your heart
And try to help another.
Too sad the story I have to tell
To raw to let the reader know it
Perhaps one day,
With some distance
I’ll tell this young child’s tale
But not today
And not tomorrow
For this child is still living in the story
And there is no fairy tale ending.
I know a child
Not yet a teenager
Of life she has seen plenty.
I wish that it was fun and fairies
Frollicking fancies out on prairies.
Alas
As I look into her eyes
Past aging makeup on her face
I see a child who’s seen too much
Who knows nothing except
Feeling unsafe
The day is once again done
The night is quietening down
The TV’s are shut off for the night
Phone calls are all completed
People have migrated back home
After sports training and the gym is finished
Dinner prep is long since over
Dishes washed and benchs wiped
Lights are starting to twinkle out
And eye lids close to shut out light.
Brainwaves slowly slowing down
Welcome darkness does descend
To end once more, when it is bright
The day to start again.
Death slides in and out of shadows
Sometimes changing pace
A quick demise
A long slow dive
The end result the same.
Death slides in and out of lifetimes
Sometimes reaching in
You there
It’s your time to go
You,
Get your miracle.
Death slides in and out
Tickling here and there
Death slides
Takes a hand
Does not let it go again.
I work full time
As a teacher
The day is rarely done at 3
I then get home
And get the dinner
Feed the dog
And finally get to w..
After I chase the kids to bed
It’s time to log onto uni
On line lecture done by 9
It’s now time for me.
I do the washing
I read a book
I spend a moment writing
Um….
That’s how I’d like my me time to be.
I turn out the light
And shut the eyelids
To wake and start again at 3.
I toss and turn
I’ve work to do
Marking maths
And writing too
I’ve got an assignment
That’s almost due
I feel like I’ve nothing
Else to do.
I toss and turn and finally give in
Plug in my computer
And the day begins
Read those articles
Found one exhausted night
Write my analysis
Everything is finally going right
Four hours later
It’s 7am
Editted and culled
My assignment is done
Now the day can begin 🙂
Days come
Days go
Days stay the same
Work
Study
Repeat
Work
Study
Repeat
Perhaps I should have considered
The implications of my latest grand plan
Sure I can study each evening
2 hours no probs peeps.
ummm……
Turns out I can do
Just what I said
And still have time for some crafting
But my brain is so fried
By lights out each night
That I miss my nightly day dreaming.
Day dreaming works great
When the mind has time to wander
Not so when there is no time to go.
Oh well, I will simply
Keep plugging away
And the ideas will return
One winter’s day
When the study is done
And the Masters hangs proudly
Upon a wall in a future time.
