Today, right before I left Cate's classroom, I picked up a poem that had been left for all the children's parents. It was by Naomi Shihab-Nye, a Palestinian-American who is the unofficial poet laureate of Arbor.
The poem may be found here, but I suggest you grab a box of tissues before reading it.
Between tears, I now appreciate my mother's and father's ancient eyes.
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