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To My Wife's Students

I don't know you,
but I've heard things
for better or worse,

Of who you are and how you do.

You're on her mind
when you succeed,
or when you're blind,
and when the world makes you bleed.

I wish you the best
and she is it.
She doesn't wish,
she further commits.

She has children of her body,

you are children of her soul.

Never forget that your success

is ultimately her goal.

She will sometimes challenge,
she knows what you can do.
Don't do it for her,
she'll just defer.

She's in it because of you.

She might give a push 
if you needed it today
or quietly ask out of earshot
"Is everything okay?"

There's a depth in her that you don't know,

but if you listen carefully,
you'll hear the echo
of all that you might be.

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