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It Only Takes A Moment
It only takes a moment to meet someone
be introduced and then it is done -
and that person has crossed your road of life.
It only takes a moment to remember a laugh -
A slow smile of delight when some work was done right
And then that person has found a place in your heart.
It only takes a moment to record a memory -
'Why is school so difficult?' was the question you asked me -
It was one of many.
Many children ask that question - Why is school so difficult?
Some other questions they ask are:
What is the point of school?
Why do we need to know Math?
How is learning another language going to help me in construction?
One question that I remember was asked in a truly frustrated moment was, 'If life is as short as everybody says it is, then why am I sitting here in a place where I do not want to be doing work that I hate?'
So why do I remember your question now?
It took a moment, but I remember everything I knew about you.
Your voice called me. That's what it was.
And at the sound of it, I was taken back to those days when the written word was your enemy and you struggled to read the message left for you.
I watched you work tirelessly.
You determined that you would win the battle
in a moment,
you were literate!
Just like that!
It really should not have surprised me -
You were always the type of person who would work hard for something you really wanted.
You worked hard for those new sneakers.
You worked hard for your bike.
You worked hard to fit in.
That last one - it broke you didn't it?
Why were you so eager to be like everyone else?
Why did you follow their example and ignore the words of those who cared?
You wrapped yourself up in their world and detached yourself from truth.
The city life called to you and you thought you would find happiness through following the blind crowd.
Instead of walking in light, you chose darkness.
Your reading did not matter anymore for you were blind just like they were.
Blind, and lonely.
Oh, I know you were. You can't deny that.
How many hours did you stay awake thinking about life and the point of it?
How many times did you wonder why happiness did not come to you?
If only you had listened! If only you had had eyes that saw and ears that heard!
All of these thoughts swirl through my mind in a moment.
The moment your voice called to me one last time with the aid of the ground.
The ground that greedily absorbed your life when the shots fired.
It took a day to reach me.
It traveled many miles and while it traveled you were long gone.
It cried like Abel's blood cried.
Its words whispered something different to everyone.
For the last time, you spoke aloud in class and said,
"Teacher, I have been slain."
And I cannot determine your grade.