I hope you read this, with your minds eye seeing all of the teachers who have touched your life. Whether you are close enough to leave a physical remembrance with them, or far away in space or time, and so only offer a thought or prayer can help remember them, please remember them. I offer this poem, an ode, to all of the teachers who shape the world, as they polish, smooth and give us the mental and physical discipline to become the adults we have become.
Mixed between the bright jewels are:
Imperfect stones of polished agate,
Soft sandstone easily shaped,
Beads of rolled paper -
Some Newsprint and paste,
Some fabric - calicoes and gingham,
Polished glass washed up on the beach of life.
Revealing the jewel of infinite worth,
Hiding behind grubby faces, empty stomachs, and growing minds,
Creating a legacy for student and teacher alike -
A length of beauty to garnish the soul of the teacher.