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School Interview
He was big, he was burly and his shoulders shook quite hard.
His big hands clenched together as his heart received the shard.
Suddenly his fingers shot to pinch and to rub his nose,
'Til, losing it completely, his loud sobs at last arose.
The teachers had all agreed his son was having trouble
So he'd had to admit it and this had burst his bubble.
It was hard to accept this -he had heard his son was flawed.
It wasn't just laziness- and how the huge guilt gnawed!
All those years of punishment, of calling his son lazy
And the frustration level slowly driving him crazy
Had all been so very useless! His son had needed his aid
And he had not received it. Where should the blame then be laid?
One teacher patted his arm and the flow of tears increased.
Another passed him tissues. Gradually the raw sobs ceased.
He would show his son his love. He would help him understand
That he could achieve success and that all would lend a hand.
