a cow heart sat on her desk
soaking in brine
or was it her heart
or could it be mine?
other teachers were smiles and hugs
but she was bricks and stone
did she know how she made me feel
embarrassed and alone
here was I, a tender heart
shy and gentle to a fault
but what did she see? a kid
unworthy of notice
or needing to be taken down a notch
why did she treat me the way she did
this I'll never know
but these memories rip my heart
until I can let them go
here's my heart, soaking in brine
can I give it to God for the 1,000th time?
I must, and I will
but Mrs. Compton, know:
your memory haunts me still
(a reminder to be nice to children) :)
and on a happier note...
wherever you go
go with singing
whomever you meet
meet with a smile
when you need to cry
find a strong shoulder
and be that shoulder when you can
when you see good in others
rejoice; don't envy
and when you see faults
choose not to judge, but help
embrace being you
whatever that means
at any given moment
teach, and be taught
help, and be helped
love, and be loved
and truly live
1 comment:
Excellent poem but it broke my heart!
I remember listening but I must have not heard or surely I would have gotten your schedule changed. Thank God He doesn't waste any pain so I trust you're stronger for it.
I didn't plan to share it with your Nana and Popi because I wanted to spare their feeling bad too, but Ashley told them about it. I asked him to read it to them. He wouldn't so I did--or tried to. I kept breaking up so I turned it over to Mom one paragraph before the encouraging part 2. However, I'm really glad I read it out loud because it made me recognize the wonderful poetry.
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