Slice of Life is sponsored every Tuesday by Stacey and Ruth from Two Writing Teachers
Yesterday
I worked in my classroom some more, setting up this library that is
overflowing. I worked and thought of my old class and the new one coming. I
thought about how cyclical teaching is. How much I love my class from the
moment I know they are mine until the time they leave me and forever more. This
poem popped in my mind and I thought I’d share.
One week
from today,
School begins.
Excited
Nervous
Possibility.
One day
from today
I will
see my class list.
Seventy-five
names
Will
immediately be mine.
Love.
Seventy-seven
days ago
My heart
broke.
As I said
goodbye
To a wonderful
class.
Tears.
One week
ago
I mailed
them letters.
Wishing
them well.
Saying a
final goodbye.
Love.
One day from now.
I will
mail my new class letters.
Welcoming
them to our room.
Building
a relationship.
Love.
