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Saturday, April 26, 2008

{ little ditty for today }

I'd like to take this piece of life
and save it for tomorrow
that when I face a day of strife
I'll have some joy to borrow.


Just a little ditty I composed today in quick, contented silence.

The talent show yesterday went amazingly well--it brought tears to my shadow-hidden eyes as I shook my head with pride over my little demons turned darlings. Students that most normally love to (endearingly) crawl all over my last nerve really pulled it together and strutted their stuff, not to mention did everything in their earthly power to please me. There are no words for the preciousness of the nervous grins that my favorite Moe kept shooting me from off-stage as I cued him up with hand gestures from below the stage in my front row audience seat.

The tone of the school was altogether different today at K-School, the day after the show; even the principal and my colleagues noticed it. We were all floating on a sort of high, taking a new pride in ourselves and our own. In the midst of a sixteen year old being stabbed half a block away this week and a pedophile attempting to lure three of my students (on three different occasions) into his truck (yes, that all happened this week), we emerged as a sort of new breed of conquerors in this confusing big city life.

I face the fresh weekend with a deep satisfaction and joy with my life and the beautiful teens that are a part of it. At this point, I'm looking forward to Monday morning on a Friday night, and I say that's a good place to be in! Thought I'd share a slice of zealous joy with you as it still has me floored at 1:25 am! Good night!



P.S. a poem i found and liked at mole via slow reads.

1 Comments:

Blogger Dale said...

I'm glad you liked it, Lisa!

& I like your ditty. We do draw on the good days later, I think :->

9:23 PM  

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