On the Eve of April

My student’s father dropped dead.
She’s had a lot to lift since then.

I wrote her a letter.

Sunday, I offered The Secret Garden
to a blue mountain peak
Dedicated it to my student.
I became a teacher because of that story.

I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it.

She deserves to unfold in a story.
To feel seen and important.
She lifts a lot at such a young age
You should see how strong my student is.

I wrote her a letter.
Help deliver it.

Please.
@norealbalance