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Snow for Angel’s Feet (a Corrie Poem)

Corrie's Mom

Perhaps the snow falls for angel’s feet.
Perhaps that’s why we do not meet.
What I’d give to see you there,
and run my fingers in your hair.

I walk in the snow drifting down
from heaven’s skies.
I laugh as the dogs chase and
run outside.
Still, what I’d give to see you there
with tangles, from play, in your hair.

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Published by Corrie's Mom

They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.

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