Dewdrops Twinkle Like stars Resting Among Green Pine needles Playing tricks On my eyes Now you See us Now you Don’t A simple game Of hide-n-seek The same way Children Play outside ‘Til the sun Disappears And the wind Carries them Home to rest Dreaming of Their next visit To the Loblollies
Sitting outside one morning after a rain, I noticed little bright spots in the trees. One would shine and then disappear just as another came into view.
My eyes went back and forth between the trees for several minutes. Each glimmer made me smile.
Joy in the simple things. And how much fun is it to say Loblolly? 😉
A forced Slow down Initial Frustration Pushes me Outside My eyes Greeted By sunlight My skin Cooled By a breeze Morning songs Of the birds Leaves On the trees Fluffy clouds In the sky All gently Floating On the same Breeze that Touches My face Seeing Hearing Feeling Choosing To be thankful While waiting For the power To return
Left out All alone Crawling Inside A shell To hide- Excuses Abound when It happens None Of which Makes up For the feelings Being left out Leaves behind One tiny Flashlight Has the power To pierce The darkness Of loneliness Calling the one Once left out Into the light Ready to stand Ready to shine
The alarm Jolts me awake Each morning Well, at least Causes My eyes To open I’m beginning To think of Awake As a process One with Many steps The number Of which May vary From person To person Not sure The steps matter What matters Is the outcome The place Where my feet Firmly land Where my eyes Open wide With wonder And my heart Prepares to fill And be filled Alongside All those who Also decided To wake up
Tiny deer Bouncing In the misty Green Of dusk Behind Two horses Unaware Standing As if posing For a picture Family Of deer Grazing In the misty Green Of morning Stately buck Standing Quietly Keeping Watch No sign Of the horses From last Evening They must Be sleeping
Picture a lovely field below rolling hills, back-lined with a row of trees. A picturesque barn stands in the middle of the scene. I pass this field every day on my way to work.
I expect to see the horses, permanent residents. Multiple mornings this week, I was pleasantly surprised to see the deer. And one evening, the lone little deer exploring. Each sighting brought a smile and a deep breath.
Colleague: We almost had a fight in the library over who would be the first to check out your book. Not really, but some of the kids were excited. I am glad they have this connection with you and poetry.
Student: Mrs. Morris, I was the first to check out your book from the library!
Student: My mom has the book you wrote at our house.
Colleague: I’ve been reading your book. I’m really enjoying it and learning a lot about you.
These may sound like simple comments. But each of them lifted my spirits more than they could possibly know. And they could not have come at a more needed time.
The start of school is always hard. Everyone is getting back into a routine. Takes a bit to adjust. And although classes are going well, I am feeling tired.
Grateful for the encouragement. And thankful for the reminder that kind words truly can make someone’s day. ❤️
Holding your little hand As we walk From outside Thru the doors Down the hall To your classroom Today Unlike yesterday I gained Your trust And trust Is always Worth carrying
Seeing your sweet smile As you exit Your car Walking towards me On the sidewalk Stopping for a hug And a quick I’ll see you tomorrow Today, I felt Your joy And joy Is always Worth carrying
Seeing tears Fill your eyes As we talk In the hallway At the end of A difficult day So many questions So hard on yourself Today, I offered Encouragement And encouragement Is always Worth carrying
As this day ends I wonder What will be Worth carrying Tomorrow?
Once again, I had the privilege of joining a poetry circle facilitated by Ali Grimshaw https://flashlightbatteries.blog/. It was the perfect end to a long day of teaching. To write, not worrying about what shows up on the page. To listen intently to others and be heard with the same intention. Time to be still and reflect. Not to mention, getting to know people from all over the world. What a joy! ❤️
Out of Body by Need to Breathe was my Friday morning drive soundtrack. I love this album-every song. I have listened to it many times.
That morning was the start of the last day of the first week of school. I was exhausted. My music choice was intentional. I wanted to have the same energy from my previous two days of teaching. Not an easy task.
The song Hang On was playing. It is high-energy, fun, encouraging. As I sang along, one line stood out like never before.
So hang on to the light in your eyes and the feeling. Hang on to your love drunk original reason. And all these things I’ve learned, it’s never a straight line.
Uphill Downhill Around A curve Sometimes A guardrail Sometimes not At the onset My destination Seemed clear The plan Clearly Mapped Things look Different On paper Detours Construction Roadblocks Caused confusion Second-guesses Until finally I realized It is not about The destination It is about The journey And the best Journeys Are never A straight line
A third-grade class is entering the music room. One little boy says, “You remember me.” “Of course, I remember you!” He gives me a big hug and says, “I missed you so much!”
He was in my music class last year.
A fourth-grader calls out to me from the cafeteria line. “Hey, Mrs. Morris. What happened to your hair?” “What do you mean?” “Well, it looks whiter.” We had a good laugh.
He was in my music class last year.
Fifth grade is entering the music room. I see familiar eyes smiling above a face mask. Suddenly, this student is hugging me and will not let go. “I missed you so much!” When she let go, there were tears in her eyes. And then, of course, tears in mine. “Oh, my goodness. You were in virtual all last year! Look how tall you’ve gotten!” She nodded her head and smiled.
She was in my music class two years ago. My first year at this school. And we were only in person until Spring Break due to the beginning of the pandemic.
We often talk about the importance of connections. We don’t always grasp their power at the moment. Sometimes we might not see the results at all. And yet, we continue. Each day, learning a little bit more about these precious ones placed on our path. Each day, challenging them to grow. Each day, showing them they are loved.
I am grateful for these sweet reminders on this second day of school. Oh, and for the power of laughter. 😉❤️