‘Twas the week before the end of the quarter
Not a soul could be found relaxing
All were stressed, grading everything they saw
Grading and grading into the night and early morn’
Until I saw, she saw, we all saw that sparkling honey bee
It was you who provided me with love when no one else was awake
It was you who boosted me to grade just. one. more. essay.
It was you, you, you
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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