1pm. Poem 11.

At the Clinic School

On any ordinary day
on an ordinary street
in our ordinary town
third floor of a very
ordinary, beige building…

a child with no speech
squeaks out, “Ooooo”
for the first time,
another chooses to pick up a book
instead of flinging himself
into a wall,
a little one
points to a photo of her mother,
and another of her dog.

Others try new foods,
share a game with a friend,
look into the eyes
of their parents,
choose to breathe
instead of scream,
wave goodbye
at the end of the day.

On any ordinary day
behind very ordinary doors
not so ordinary people
teach anything but ordinary children
extraordinary skills…

and miracles happen.

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