Carlos Aristy
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
By Karla Aristy
Hes silent
As he sits on stage
Listening to all the comments
And smart remarks
Of how the people on stage
Are not doing their job
Hes nods
As he seconds the motion
To pass Passages 9.1 to 9.9
He smiles
As he shakes the hands of the graduates
Or when he sees a good chess move
He frowns
As he hears the insults
And the lack of support
We get everyday
For what he does
He smirks
To me from the stage
As I read his mind
And the sarcastic remarks hes thinking
He holds himself together
As he walks up the stage
For the last time
As hes given a plaque as a Thank You
Thank You for almost 10 years
Serving yourself to these children
Choking up a bit as he is hugged by many
A flashback of years ago comes back
From the time the first graders sang to him
A song they had made and dedicated to him
As I sit there in the audience
Hearing the song entitled To Mr. Aristy
Hes silent
In his office
Every day of his life
I look through the opening of the door
For a sign
Any sign
Of pain he feels
Any pain from the loss we have received
From working so hard for almost ten years
To have it taken from under your feet
I look at his facial expressions
As he searches for his stamps
To find a clue,
Any clue
If he feels what I feel
And if he knows that I do.
My daughter Karla wrote this poem to me, she is 15 years old.
. And, Karla's got this special sense! She looks at your face, "your facial expressions" and she looks the silence, the silent man and she maybe thinks of what's in the inside of her dad. I only can agree with her, sometimes only wives, or sons, or daughters, or children, realize about what's happening. 
