In the box is
a few books, some files,
a pen and some pencils;
There’s a coffee cup,
one of many throughout the years;
some odds and ends,
a half empty aspirin bottle
and a bag of M & Ms of an unknown year,
A copy of a test from long ago
and a few photos.
But also in the box
is a legacy of teaching.
Yes, inside is a trail of headaches,
sighs, budget cuts, drop outs,
sick days and missing staff.
But , deep inside are
the faces of many students and teachers,
smiling, enriched, going forward
because you gave a damn about them.
There’s
the high fives of the kids who finally got it;
the hugs from the kids that needed a hero;
the thanks of fellow teachers who needed a
shoulder, mentor and coach;
and the nodding smile of a principal
knowing your legacy for the school.
The box is quite full,
overflowing with your triumph of being
all a teacher can be.
3 comments:
Gave me goosebumps. So fitting for so many of the teachers I know. Awesome!
Great poem Chris. Great to read when you wonder if you are doing any good
Love.
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