Oh! The Broken Mutual Trust

At the well decorated school gate

We the teachers stood in our Sunday best

Welcoming every glittering fresh learners

With the accompanying young gentle earners

I saw a proud smile at the entrance

With a lot of hopes(?) on her face

Holding her three year old's little hand

Keeping tight the little girl’s hair band

Smiling so nicely

I spoke so gravely

“Leave the child here boldly

We take care of her fondly”

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Now she's turned her fifteen

Past the threshold of her ‘teen’.

From the three year old's innocence

Now she's grown into a teen’s nonsense

And I, holding my trust in Him in my mind,

Held her tight searching for a band,

Showing my raised eye-brows

Solved her growing little rows!

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I smiled in vain

And the mother smiled in pain

Held our hands together so tight

Knowing well the broken mutual trust.

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