For Julia, in the Deep Water

I am now to join the National Lighting Project in Kennesaw, Georgia - this is a dream! This morning, we discussed, wrote and read educational activities of poetry. We will read and take time to read the poem:

1. Read the color # 1 and mark it something you do not understand. Write down your explanation, and evaluate your understanding from 1-10. My first reading, I emphasize the point and I understand it like me

3. Read it again with color # 2 and mark something you do not understand right now. For this issue, I will appreciate your understanding that I wrote this poem on this issue. Before I discuss this issue again and catch my understanding,

4. # 3 and reloading color markers still confuse content and evaluate this measurement. Putting them together, my mother as a reader 's experience, connecting it with us, my partner and I started to appreciate poetry as a literal swimming lesson and mother / parents all the way You must let go - especially under middle-aged conditions - under physical condition or mental or psychological disability. Now that I am trying to make your students cause a big success, I will not say that this is a clear explanation

I remember the first genuine live poem was John N. Morris's "in deep sea for Julia". This is about my friend Julia. Her father is a poet, and this is very strange when you are a child. With memory, Dr. Morris came to school to read this poem for our sixth grade class. This poem was first published in New York in 1976 and then published in "Glass House". After that, I thought Billy Joel named his album. Morris has posted many articles in his poetry, but he is not in our online archive.

I am briefly outlining what I call Julia's situation, deeply breathing. I talked about unconventional arrangements with Man. Her tragic past and my insurance card were stolen. Man refused to convey her true name to me more and more infatuated. How did he change the arrangements for child rearing without consulting me unilaterally. At home, I sit on the same sofa and pop sanax like a sick bird. A terrible mother, these words echoed in my heart. Why do not you think that Julia should not leave the decision to leave the girls side once? Do I really think she is a threat? Or is I just a jealous wife, a fear or a couple to lose her marital privilege?

That is 2 in the morning, I have regrets Xanax and wine. I regret it. Is not it a drug addiction? I heard a small sound like satire Julia. I opened myself from the seat, then he got off the bed and walked. I am glad that I went to the toilet and pour water glass on myself. I gazed at a tired face and sipped a cool liquid. hair. Forehead wrinkles. Puffy 's eyes are wearing eyes that run away. I see him age defeated and old. I am 39, but I have 59 years. I will survive, I do not know the next few days or weeks. I was overwhelmed. drowning

Once in a place where I could not find a hidden cam twin, I waited for my panic to calm down and took a deep breath. But that is not the case. I always thought I would find it. Did Julia tell the girl she was her real mother? Julia, why do I whisper I have to go to work every day because I do not love them? I will check my mobile phone. My heart was flipped forward. I am running short of time. Julia will be back soon. I opened the package GPS tracker and put it in my wallet. When Man with Julia, I will install it at night. After that, I then put out all the packaging materials thrown into my van. I will keep them in the trash in the office