Sam C.

In My Mother’s Shoes…

I am my mother, Sarah.

I wonder why I have to say this again.

I hear Sam say “OK I will”

I see him walk away.

I want him to listen.

I am his teacher.

I pretend not to care.

I feel annoyed.

I touch my face with my palm.

I understand he is still young.

I say ¨Oh well.¨

I dream that someday he will listen.