The teacher hadn’t enjoyed teaching in a long while
ever since her notions and reality rubbed against one another
exploding the myth she held in teaching college, of making a difference
her students
whom the administrators asked her to refer to as clients
wanted to pay for a degree, not to learn
we don’t have time to study they lamented
we are too busy with everything else which is, so much more important
the students
did not respect her because she earned less than
they believed they would earn in a few years time
she wanted to say DREAM ON but it was no longer acceptable
to tell the truth
especially with college administrators
(who were paid well, to shuffle papers from desk to desk)
watching in the wings
she recalled why
she had wanted to be a teacher
at eight she’d been sent to a foster home
where the ‘father’ decided to show and tell
using his fingers in wrong positions
she ran away and lived
underneath a bridge for the night
listening to the stars wink on and off
and the weave and fall of the world
the next day they found her, dirty and lost
spanked her for making up lies about being abused
and sent her to another foster home
this time the mother
starved her lean
told her she was fat and ugly
when she hardly weighed in
got her to clean and cook and scrub
she preferred that kind of reality
it didn’t involve lies it was honest in its
taste of cruel
when summer was over and she returned to school
a new teacher had begun work
she had the faraway eyes of a dreamer
and her voice was soft like bird song
without saying a word she knew the children who
had been neglected and abused
she’d encourage them often and whisper in their ears
this may seem like this is all there is
but there’s so much more!
one day you will be free to escape your confines
you can shrug off your sadness and become
anything you want
so when the time came for her to age out of the system
she didn’t bring flowers and a card for her foster-mother
instead she packed her single bag and left before
morning showed in the sky
the room was bare and emptied but somehow
it didn’t look so different to when she’d lain there
trying to take up the smallest space
funny that we can inhabit a place for so many years and
when we leave it’s like we were never there
a wraith who didn’t get heard or couldn’t
break out of her little mincing trap of potted meat
she hated the flabby jowls and empty eyes
of those who pretended to keep
her safe
being old enough now to look after herself she
enrolled in teaching college hoping one day
she could reach a child who sat at the back of class
with dirty socks and a mouth full of regret
but time moves on and things change even as they stay the same
kids become hardened, demanding, insolent
hurry up, please it’s time!
parents throw expectations like rocks and call educators
pathetic losers who can’t do, so they teach
she wondered
is cruelty a vein, like in a rock
inherited over time to savage and destabilize
our yearning for safety?
standing there, in her cheap hose and one good pair of shoes
the scuff blacked out by polishing
she saw in the sassing faces of her classroom
a loss of care for changing the world
her own longing to reach through time and alter
one person’s trajectory lost
in the hustle bustle of uncaring formula
spitting out diplomas and marching forward
not thinking at all
about what they have to learn
Written for World Teacher Day. In appreciation of teachers.
So many truths in what you say. A post of reflection. Well done
In this, there are many lines worth quoting, but this…
“but it was no longer acceptable
to tell the truth
especially with college administrators
(who were paid well, to shuffle papers from desk to desk)
watching in the wings
she recalled why”
It brings the poem alive. The depth of it began here for me and lasted throughout.
Thank you 🙂
Thank you so much
Another compassionate masterpiece. It is good how writing out your inability to write has freed you up again
Ah the irony 😉 (xxx)
Remember when we were in school and the teacher was always right? Maybe that was a wrong-headed extreme but the other way around has really destroyed teachers value. xo
Teachers have been completely rubbished. I have had a couple of different heads as clients suffering from depression at the impossible tasks they have to manage. They have no sanctions and are expected to be accountants
Not at all – natural process X
Exactly. As it is World Teacher Day I wanted to write an appreciation of teachers because much as I may have had some ‘bad’ ones I think they are so underappreciated. You’re right about no sanctions.
It befitted World Teacher Day I wanted to be sure to appreciate all the teachers who strive without due credit to help our future generations.
[My mind begins to paraphrase bits of Leonard Cohen.]
Are you the teachers of the heart?”, she asked.
“We teach young hearts to break.”
One taught those broken hearts to hope.
She was not alone, but did it secretly.
To be such as that became the dream,
To teach what really matters.
Perhaps there is, somewhere,
The right kind of school.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Teacher Appreciation Day
You’re most welcome. 😊
It fits. 😊
A fine tribute on World Teachers Day! There are many faces to teaching…
I love this. I have always been grateful for the teachers who brought the world to life for me or for my children.
I know how hard their job is, how difficult it is, impossible probably, to fit to everyone’s needs, but most importantly, as a parent representative, I’ve also seen so many parents expect things that didn’t make sense, simply because “their child is different, deserves better”. I also know of students who struggle so much in their home lives that expecting the same of them as you could do others is difficult. I guess everyone has their own struggles, some are just better at hiding them than others. Or are taught their is no help available, no hope, so why waste energy requesting any? I’m not sure.
Your post brougth me to thoughts that are not exactly… positive? I don’t know!
Thank you for making me think and reminding me of all the great teachers I’ve had too (and some of my children’s who saved me in their own way…)!
“she wondered
is cruelty a vein, like in a rock
inherited over time to savage and destabilize
our yearning for safety?”
To me, this is a good question. But I believe we all get to choose how we want to live life. And we can either decide to reproduce what we suffered from, what we were taught, or choose to not follow that path and do as much good as we can. We all have the choice, at some point. It’s not always easy, but cruelty isn’t a vein… or at least, if it is, it may be like a coal vein, that, with the right spark (oftentimes brought by a teacher, even if not necessarily in a school setting) can be burnt out of the rock that surrounds it 😉
“one day you will be free to escape your confines”
this was raw and at times heartbreaking. well done! i enjoy your posts.
Without teachers we are lost. And we lose more of them to poverty and frustration every day.
So well written and said, Warrioress. 💙
Always a world of heart break in your poetry Feather. Sad but true.
I can’t even forge research on vaccines causing autism for my Masters degree at ANY American Univeristy because of the governmental controls and Big Pharma conglomerates wanting to snuff people’s opinions. Teaching from an altruistic standpoint of presenting factual data is certainly a has-been.
Such a poignant story poem.
This story overflows with beauty, pain and compassion. An incredible read and a touching tribute to educators.
Thank you so very much. I feel strongly about appreciating those who are underappreciated so I really am glad you liked this! Thank you
Really? That totally sucks. I bet you could in Canada. Did you know that Canadian Universities will pay you to go there sometimes if your subject is one they are interested in? Just a thought. I knew several people who were PAID to do PhD’s in Canada where they taught as well and didn’t have to pay out anything except living expenses which were defrayed by the $ they made! Just a thought because you’re right, they are closed to the idea here, although it’s FAR worse in the UK where they really demonized it when Andrew Wakley came out (turns out he was right all along) he’s here in TX now I believe.
Nice to see you here. Why did I use the word nice? I hate that word. But it is. I guess I didn’t want to say WONDERFUL incase you thought I was crazy about you, which of course I am 🙂 Seriously though … I’m having a bad writers-block so what I’m writing now I’m not happy with – I will be back I hope with things I do like but this was written for National Teachers Day because I feel they are malined and underappreciated. Thank you for visiting here, I miss our talks. I hope you are doing good (I was going to say well but I hate the word well) 😉
Ah thank you. I agree and it saddens me that so many cannot afford to live although they are the ones who bring up our future generations whilst others who do comparatively little value in society are paid so much it is so wrong.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate you saying this. I felt strongly that teachers should be appreciated today (and every day) hence what this was about – thank you for reading and liking it. I am so grateful to you
Ah my friend I love your replies here. Thank you! I of course, agree. I am biased because I did teach for a while. I also see how our future generations will be nothing without teachers and yet we pay them so little and underappreciate them and pay others so much when they do so much less. It seems so unfair but such is the way of our capitalist world. I do agree that cruelty is a choice and if someone says I couldn’t help it, that is a lie. It may be hard to be good, but why would anyone sane want to be evil? I guess I don’t get it. I loved your idea of a coal vein that’s a good one! Thank you my friend thank you so much
So very true my friend so very true. I feel strongly that teachers are owed more respect and value than they are presently given. WE all owe them for their mark on us, mostly positive, always more patient than most people would be! (thank you)
Hugs! ❤️
Well it’s nice (I am teasing you of course) to be back, I have been very quiet myself…writing a little now and then but not nearly enough. Your poem got me thinking and along with other random factors helped me with my latest…that’s the third poem of the year, and no stories..not exactly Philip K Dick who could do 10,000 words a day but a little something I suppose. I am always available for a talk Feather… we can argue over writers as always.
Amazingly beautiful insightful stunning loved it!
What? I will have to look into this! Thank you so much!
Thank you so much
A sad reality.