Rain stopped Dark clouds Remained Casting Shadows That left Little room For reaction Until Sunlight Pushed Through Casting Shadows Of dancing Leaves on The ground Prompting A brief smile Before Slipping back Behind the gray
I have a storage closet inside my music classroom. Shelves lining both walls hold musical instruments. There are stacks of chairs in one corner and drums in the other.
At various times in the year, certain sets come out.
There is a narrow walkway between the shelving.
More than once this school year, I’ve glanced in there with the following thought: would I be able to fit an entire class of students in here? I’m not sure. If I quickly moved some things out. But would there be enough time?
That is where I stop my spiraling thoughts. Any further, and they’d be unbearable.
Every day, I stand on the sidewalk outside my school. Along with colleagues and student volunteers, make sure kids get safely to their cars.
Several times during the year, I almost left my phone inside the building. But then one thought would invade-what if something happens? An emergency? And quickly, I’d put my phone in my back pocket.
I’m not the only one carrying the weight of such thoughts. But we rarely talk about them. Until another tragedy occurs and we realize it could have been our school, our students, or our friends.
I see the sweet faces of the Uvalde, TX victims in photos shared by loved ones. I see the desperation in the sobs of those left to mourn and question.
My heart breaks.
But my sadness quickly turns to anger as I listen to sound bites. As I hear political figures speak of rights instead of solutions, perpetrators instead of victims.
There are solutions. And please don’t tell me there are no laws or policy changes that would affect this epidemic of gun violence in our country. There are. And they are logical. Why do we refuse to take a stand in their favor? Well, that’s a matter of the heart.
Another School day Filled with Laughter Learning Love Shattered By sounds Gunshots Impact Screams Cries for help Violent deaths Followed by Silence- Children Teachers Hiding, frightened Training put Into action Training That should never Have been necessary For actions That should never Have occurred
When will we decide enough is enough? When will we choose love instead of hate? When will we weep instead of arguing?
Mourn for Innocent lives Left lying On the floor Of the very place They should have been safe
Today was our last day of school. Smiles, tears, good-byes. Ready for summer break. I drove home, exhausted. And then, I heard the news of another school shooting at an elementary school.
Listening to the reports was heartbreaking. And then there was a comment about training. The fact that students and teachers were hiding as they practiced. The same drills I have had to discuss or practice with students. It should not be this way. 💔
Such a strange Thought Forever I’m not sure it’s Understandable But certainly Beautiful I haven’t seen you in forever! Spoken with joy Spoken with regret Both can fill The same space Other times The word seals Every hole In the heart Despite lack of Understanding Will you marry me? And this is forever… Received with security Received with doubts Both can fill The same space Twenty-nine years Of forever, so far And I still don’t Fully understand But I am grateful That forever Continues To grow
Fresh air Sunshine Running Jumping Spinning Friends Playing Getting ready For summer- Next year Some will return Some will move up Some will move away But today is not about that! There will be Scrapes and tears Fusses and squabbles Maybe even A few rocks Thrown Yet, at the end of the day What will they remember? Playing with Their friends Being silly with Their teachers And, of course Eating popsicles- Because Super Kids Day Is all about super kids
A flash Wings Aflutter An audible Gasp! One might Think I had Never seen A cardinal Before
Why so curious a reaction?
Marveling Over a new Perspective Beauty on Full display Feathers Unfurled In-flight Observed From above
The school year is quickly winding down. Today was fifth-grade graduation! This group of kiddos can be challenging, but they also can surprise. Today, they rose to the occasion and sang My Shot from the musical Hamilton for their graduation ceremony.
Our district photographer captured a shot of me leading them. This tired teacher, ready for summer, was full of energy. Perhaps, like with the cardinal, it was all in my perspective. ❤️
Felt like a stranger Looking in A window Confused by The actions Witnessed Tones detected Perceiving A cycle Of frustration Embarrassment Tears and Exhaustion Asking questions Inside my head What is wrong? Why so upset?
Felt like a stranger Looking in A window But I was not A stranger And I was not Looking in A window It was a mirror My reflection In the panes- A realization That left me Wondering Whether to take A step back Or lean in closer
Admitting feelings of anxiety and depression is not always easy. And even harder to explain. This poem is an attempt to describe that feeling of being outside myself. Knowing my actions and feelings don’t make sense, but having difficulty controlling them.
I share because someone reading may need to know they are not alone. And simply put, it helps me accept my reflection with a bit more grace and understanding. ❤️
The sun was Playing tricks On me Hide-n-seek Perhaps In its rosy Sunrise pink Look at me This morning Kind of smile Peeking out From behind Wispy clouds First to my right Then to my left Out of sight And then… Surprise! Right in front Of my eyes Hmmm I know this Sneaky sun Wasn’t really Moving No, that was me! Always Changing Directions- But it sure Was fun To pretend