in the middle

today, some of the monkeys in the new pasture ask,
if the old cow will ever return to teach them.
the old cow smiled, and ask why so?
then the monkeys at the new pasture remembered,
and said to the old cow
"we forgot
you'll go back to your mon-kids first"

just last week, some of the old cow's mon-kid's ask
"so how's the new pasture? any of them become your kids or dis yet?"

my dear mon-kids,
i've barely known them,
unlike you all. it's almost 3 years since i've known you all.
how can they be of equal footing as you all?

to the monkeys of the new pasture,
i enjoyed teaching you all,
you monkeys are great joy to teach,
but i love my mon-kids more.
they take up a very special place in my heart,
that i guess batch after batch of students wouldn't take away.

i think i might miss the fun i had teaching you all.
but for my mon-kids,
i don't just miss the fun i had teaching them.
i miss the times where i laughed with them,
i miss the times where i shared tears with them.
i miss the times where i joined them for recess,
i miss the times where i see them blossom.

most of all,
i miss them.