THE RED-PEN
(Diary of a Retired Teacher)

She realized
Her crave for her red-pen,
Only when it rested worthless
On her table,
Inside her bag
And her zipper pouch.

Each time she confronts it
In search of other tools,
She stops sighing silently
With a reminiscence..

Argh !
Those red-pens !
She used to shape her kids
With those red-pens..

- Fresh_from_heart