##a Poem To My Student Claire Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

Education is forever
a path to wisdom

Blue, yellow, red
color disguises to some,
it's difficult to understand

But there you are
on that poor wooden table
studying the certainty of the future

Sitting on a green plastic chair
of hardship, torture and uncomfort

Small cubicle glass
a size of a box
prisons all possibilities
of exploration

To little for a space
to venture the world of surprises

Learning with a cheerful eyes
unafraid, unceasingly open
every afternoon with a cup of coffee to suffice

The absence of the warm from family
you asked to be filled by a mother, a teacher-
that is me.

I'm surprise because you made me write again
a poem, I so long forgot.