jelly – another poem

photo credits here, edited

by cherry

the first thing i do
in the morning
is to scan the classroom,
my pupils shifting left to right
before they finally land on

a grey jacket, slender fingers, a soft voice
greeting me, “good morning.”

i smile immediately and
my heart almost skips a beat;
my stomach flips and
i regret having breakfast;
my legs turn to jelly
as i walk to my seat.

but i don’t let my excitement show,
i return him a shy “good morning”.

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