In A Classroom Seat

I look out the window and notice a cloud.

My Blackberry begins to vibrate.

I hope it does not become too loud.

My teacher is lecturing on students being late.



My thoughts are on my mother

and how much I miss her.

Her voice cannot compare to any other.

Her encouraging words make me feel secure.



I come back and everything is a whir.

I lick my lollipop and think it is better there than here.