A teacher sat staring, exhausted, at her spouse.
Her work clothes were hung in a closet without care,
In hopes that just sweatpants for two weeks she’d wear.
The children were all sent home with knowledge well-fed,
While worries about final grades danced in their heads.
And me in my sweatpants, my grading pen I capped.
And settled my brain in for its vacation nap.
When suddenly from the phone arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to my Android I flew like a flash,
The tea I’d been drinking hit the ground with a crash.
The screen of my phone with its ever-shining glow,
A whole world of worry in front of me did show.
For what to my terrified eyes should appear,
A list of school emails whose contents…
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