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Just a Music Teacher
I look up at the mantle clock and see it is almost four,
and then I hear my student Joe, as he walks
through the door.
He quickly runs toward the couch and plops himself right down.
He shuffles through his music bag and then begins to frown.
"I can't find my lesson book, or my assignment sheet, and by the
way, we won our game and isn't that just neat?"
He starts to play a little song that he has all memorized, but then
he stops and looks at me through twinkling big brown eyes.
"Oh, by the way, we got a dog, and mama named him Kyle."
and then I know I'm going to hear about that puppy
for a while.
"I think we'd better play our scales," I tell my little guy,
"But I forgot the fingerings," and then he starts
I look up at the clock again and it's fifteen after five,
and then I hear the door again and Macy
"Mom was late to pick me up and I hope that you're not
mad. This has been an awful day and our whole
school is very sad."
And so, she tells me all of it from the beginning until the end.
It seems there was a car wreck and Macy lost her
We try to get some work done and it doesn't go too well,
She simply cannot concentrate, a fact we both
I'm just a music teacher and today I've heard from two.
An inward voice within me speaks,
"That is part of what you do."
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