-my life as a childcare teacher-
whispers of a child,
shuffling of feets,
contact of the skin,
against the matteress surface,
brings peace.
the fan turns above,
it's whooshing echos,
lightly it lifts strands of my hair,
against my cheeks,
it's caressing brings peace.
with legs outstretched,
tension scattered away,
i lift my head,
eyes directed at the celing,
this state of mind-utter peace.
