My Hearts

Teaching teens is what I do,

I teach the whole week long.

I’ve grown to love these kids of mine,

I miss them if they’re gone!

It’s early when we gather there

Before the sun has ‘riz’,

We talk of sweet, important things,

Play games or take a quiz.

And every morning, in they come,

Just like the day before,

And every morn, again I feel,

I could not love them more.

For several weeks, with Husby, I

Was staying someplace warm,

With sun and sand and salty breeze,

And not one winter storm.

But I worried ‘bout my kids,

I couldn’t even call,

I had to know they knew that I

Was thinking of them all.

And so I gave them each my heart.

(A charm to represent),

So they knew I carried them,

Everywhere I went.

It’s been a year since I gave out

The hearts of plastic, red,

To carry in their pockets so

They’d think of what I said.

And though it has been many months,

Sometimes, someone will

Pull out their heart to show my love

Is carried with them still.

We love this, we are Karen's crew,

Each month we have a job to do

We're writing po-ems just for you,

Please visit all before you're through!

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Hearts and Flowers

Dawn of Cognitive Script: My Heart My Gift

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles: Hearts Heal

Lydia of Cluttered Genius: 6 Hearts