Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Teacher

Some years ago, Lois Anne taught GED classes, which were established to help adults who had for one reason or another dropped out of school, earn their high school diplomas.  Lois Anne was the finest teacher I have ever met.  The following poem was written in appreciation of her love for learning and her extraordinary ability to connect with the lives of her students.

The Teacher

Sometimes I see you,
A vision in the corner
Of my eye -
Reaching out to touch
The minds of those
Stretching, seeking to
Learn to understand
Lessons long passed by...
Your grace apparent, the
Joy you give,
The pleasure pure as
Dawning light arrives;
A burst of insight
Birthing hope
Where hope, bereft, had died.

Pride quite often
Overcomes the sensibilities
Of my mind.
A rose in bloom,
Your tenderness
Lends fragrance to
Suspend fear.
So, free to be
They come to you
Faith seeking to be fed;
A dream begun
They turn in trust
Needing to be led
By gentle smile
Soft-spoken word.
Your wisdom is the spark
That leads them on
To dream again.
Your life has left its mark.

Copyright © by Jacob Avram/Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.


Cezar and Léia said...

So beautiful poem, words of love and wisdom!
it's a mission to be a teacher!

Small City Scenes said...

That is beautiful. A treasure for a treasure. Rock on, Lois Anne.

stardust said...

Cheers to the pure love for learning! Lois must have been a loving and loved teacher. I wonder in which rose you see her in my latest post.


Gunn said...

very well written.
And I am sure the students are pleased that they met just her.


Really beautiful poem! Have a great day!

Tash said...

Wow! Super tribute to a truly gifted teacher.