A Poem for My Students, Part II

Laugh in Bubbles

by Mrs. Carlson

Sometimes

I couldn't help but laugh.

Sometimes

I cried for you.

Sometimes

I was proud as a peacock.

Sometimes

I acted like you,

threw pens,

sucked my teeth.

Sometimes

I bough giant bags of Starbursts.

Sometimes

I read about vampires so we could talk.

Sometimes

I put my whole class on a cart so you could cool off.

Sometimes

I ate my yogurt lunch with you.

Sometimes
I listened to 92Q.

Always

I loved you, and
always

I will pray the best for you, and

always

I hope that you

laugh in bubbles and

dream in symphonies.