One of my students recently emailed me a poem she wrote for me. She said she wanted to wait until after the semester was over so that I, and her classmates, wouldn't think that she was trying to brown nose me into giving her a better grade. And, after reading it, I have to admit, it may have worked ;) Except that she is a great student and writer who wouldn't need to suck up to get a good grad - Her work earns the A for her. I wanted to share this sweet poem she wrote for me. I bet she didn't even know that she sent it to me on my birthday :)
When you left
by Khira Rey
Ah, the table is where it should be
But then I’m looking at what I couldn’t see
The board doesn’t seem blocked by her
And the air doesn’t strive to straight her hair
But the room, although no one is there
Although untouched and left with care
Is not empty for her laugh remains
The words of joys and the words of pains
Strangled at first by the thought of leaving
Scared that without her no one is listening
Soon I realized there is nothing to fear
Because although I cannot see her near
I’m glad she’s out there inspiring the rest
It would be selfish to keep someone "the best"
Because I’d love others to go happy and crazy
I’d love them to be inspired by our Ma’am Tracy.
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