What I Miss
Most of the time these days I manage to make peace with the pandemic, but there are other days when I wallow in what I miss.
I miss the feeling of little fingers exploring my knee cap through the holes in my jeans as I read from a story book.
I miss the blast of overheated breath against my cheek as they excitedly whisper their news in my ear.
I miss the warmth of tears spreading through the fabric of my shirt and onto my shoulder as I hold them after a fall.
I miss the dampness that soaks through the seat of my pants when I sit on wet ground in order to be eye-to-eye with them.
I miss being genuinely eye-to-eye.
I miss living my days in a place where whenever I need to CONTINUE READING: Teacher Tom: What I Miss
