Each Morning

Each morning
I’m greeted by
a hug and the
message that
she’s praying for
me

My students
stare, because to
them, I’m too
prickly
to be hugged

But her  little ones
hug me because
she hugs me and
they trust me
because they
trust her
and so do
I

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