I am wondering tonight,
about the educators,
those that spend their lives,
standing in classrooms,
all of them human beings,
sacrificing their lives to help the children.
Where did we lose sight,
when our world began to suggest,
rather than teach, we might just,
give a test.
When did we forget,
to look in their eyes.
How remarkable a time, that a teacher,
an educator feel compelled to
write outside the margin.
What rubric did we cast aside
to fight for originality.
I honestly do love a good test,
especially the one answered with passion.
Though more exciting is when I see the student
that beautiful child,
When she stands before an audience of her peers,
I get it,
followed by a desire to help us understand …
they are wondering why,
just exactly that,
they have years of education aligned together,
one critical mistake –
no one can defend their actions,
they did the ultimate,
they were the academics who were slapped
by high minded and ethical legislation
who suggested, with bold disregard
(for the children)
education cheated …
Our society contains the stockades
builds the platform,
readies the space,
holds the lock and key,
creates the havoc
in order to question that motivation.
Rather than explore the possibilities,
with a slam of the gavel,
they define, decide, clarify, grade, mark up, curve,
a … state … of … grace.
I wonder when I teach when I see
human beings lose sight.
If I simply rely on the paper that defines their soul.
Wait, there’s a mandate on definition.
Instead, we react, we respond to society’s ills,
because rather than care about the child
we are inclined to measure
that worthiness, that integrity, that generalized.
rubric on society.
Clearly, we live by the power of the Man,
and not, until we cry out loud,
not in the eyes of the growing child.
When did we forget?
How did we lose sight of our goals,
what objective did we ignore,
Or did we set any at all.
Tonight, tomorrow, next hour,
I am curious, once more,
‘where will all the children go?’
… why do I teach?