What Crosses My Mind

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • Death In the Family

    We knew in his eyes a fear he wouldn’t ever reveal to anyone he smiled, we cried, we knew he would wander boiling pressure every glance seemed agenda, hadn’t quite known youth; a soccer field was his life then, but how quickly we move beyond who we are, where we belong. we knew, he would…

  • If Not For That

    We wake to the morning asking for our soul, at least for a few hours, protect the innocent, that sort of thing that eats away, asks you with a constant urgency. Do you have to be that way, could you maybe perhaps try it another way. Does it always have to be, the way you…

  • Wish You Were Here

    I wish now, I knew then, the importance of walks. The steps always seemed so burdensome, oh to just use automation instead of tireless journeys. I would walk with you, knowing I would follow you anywhere, just the two of us, together, yet I’ve never really understood, until just today, when the smells of fall…

  • We Cannot Choose

    Search the horizon, acknowledge the occasional bump, maybe a blemish, a stained reality screaming aloud. Pause to breathe, yet don’t step away, keep your eye on obligation, imagine the pearl in the rough awakening, striving and helpless, until time graced innocence accentuates grief’s consequence. Well ahead there exists a euphoric sunrise, perhaps grayed with callous…

  • Our Charges Return

    Streaming in waves, in smiles and raves, the children are arriving this morning, we will welcome all of you with open arms, readied our rooms, and ironed our ties, the days ahead are only meant for you. innocent eyes, and worrisome nights, children of our halls, determined and right. ~ I stepped into the constant…

  • What We Do

    On a near morning, duty will call, the rise of another nation of children, all eager minds willing to listen only if provided our correct animation. Methodical minds will test the limits while the year winds with levels of commotion. We need to return our lives are their mortar feel the grains, the seed when…

  • Who Do We Serve?

    I open my curtains and the light shatters the room with brilliance, such is the life of a teacher on opening day of the school year. Fresh minds invade the quiet peace of a marble castle only to gradually tear down the mortar slivered throughout walls of academic prowess. These are our children, these are…

  • Watch Me Unravel

    I stand before you with all the humanity I can possibly muster, yet, I will be sure to cover it up with some facade of well being. ~ I realize we must bring to our students the best of our wares, and while doing so, I will need to be a guiding mentor indeed. ~…

  • Standards and Values

    oh to delineate the mix of passions, when all the heads converge in mourning, the start of their own quiet circus, to be revealed upon the main stage. ~ Theirs is a craft unlike any other, a territorial nirvana perhaps in eyes solo to the universe. Nearby, questions always remain, tamed in discretion. ~ What…