I work in a world of educated women
men in trousers and button-downed shirts
sensible shoes that shift shift shift
down century old wood-floored hallways
where before any of us became us,
hundreds and thousands of children walked
in straight and not so quiet lines
on their way to growing up
becoming
Along their way each of us
growing, becoming too.
I work in a world of busy parents
shuttling children to the front gate
backpacks ready
shoes tied and oft untied
lunches packed
milk money tucked into jackets
Uniforms faded now mid-year, navy and tan
Shouts of “I love you.” “Have a good day” and “Be good!”
echo across asphalt playground
I work in a world of strong women
answering calls from concerned parents,
neighbors, official requests.
Whose language shifts without seam
Good morning, Buenos Dias
Sonrisas and warm rolls caked with sugar.
Strength beneath their kindnesses
storms may rage but calm controlled manners prevail.
I work in a world called elementary
but only by those who do not truly know
the complexity of teaching
the most basic components of life,
learning to brand new human beings
whose lives are as deep and rich as
the Pacific Ocean near which we come each day.
I work in a world of people, ideas, dreams
Where everyone is becoming more of themselves
Messes and misunderstandings
Fix-it-ups and try agains
I don’t get its
and You just don’t get it YETs
You just don’t get it YETs
A world where everyone is trying
where everyone is learning
I work in a world of possible
lovely poetry
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This is beautiful! Very inspiring! I too work in a world of possible and love every minute of it!!
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A world where everyone is trying
where everyone is learning
I work in a world of possible
Yes! This is what I love about what we do for a living…and about your post!
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Me too, Tara. How fortunate are we to spend our days and our life’s work making a difference!
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I love this! I can hear the wood under those century old floors… creaking and continuing to support those children finding their ways. This is so beautifully said Dayna.
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Oooh, that’s good. Those beautiful old floors and the people who was them – lots to play with there.
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I love this! I especially love the “yet” – this is something we’ve been working on, too.
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Small but powerful word – yet! Also “maybe”. Allows for attempts without taking a hard stance. I love when a little word makes a big difference.
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Well said : )
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What a beautiful poem! I love the way it progresses all the way up until the end. The last line is my favorite!
You gave a poem a shot and rocked it to the top!
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It was fun to play with a poem. I’m rather intimidated by poetry actually – out of my comfort zone!
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Dayna, there is so much to love in this poem. I love the optimism and the image of children walking down the hallway “on their way to growing up/becoming.” But most of all I love those final lines. “I work in a world of possible.” I will carry them with me throughout the day.
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Thank you Catherine. I’ve been afraid of writing poetry and wanted to include more picture painting kinds of words. Hard! Poets just do such a beautiful job of that.
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This world is the best place to work, because you make a difference in this world. Love the fine details in this world of possible.
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We do get to make a difference each and every day. Good stuff!
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I love this! I am sending it on to my principal. We work here, too, in a place of professionals and fix-it-ups and try-agains. The work we do here is important.
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Most important work in the world!
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