The Gift
Lawanda offered to come help me
on the house after school today.
We've been really trying to
push progress forward
over the weekend
and the 4th.
So I let Lawanda come
in the humid heat.
We picked up garbage
and I let her sand a door frame
paint a patch of wall
then clean the brushes
as we sweat
on the third floor.
This is the bounty
of being a teacher.
A twelve-year old
helping out with some
thankless work
on a hot summer afternoon
when a hydrant is
spewing water
just across the way.
These are the gifts you get
that get you through
those days that are trials
when Lawanda is a trial.
This is the thank you.
This is the gift.
on the house after school today.
We've been really trying to
push progress forward
over the weekend
and the 4th.
So I let Lawanda come
in the humid heat.
We picked up garbage
and I let her sand a door frame
paint a patch of wall
then clean the brushes
as we sweat
on the third floor.
This is the bounty
of being a teacher.
A twelve-year old
helping out with some
thankless work
on a hot summer afternoon
when a hydrant is
spewing water
just across the way.
These are the gifts you get
that get you through
those days that are trials
when Lawanda is a trial.
This is the thank you.
This is the gift.
posted by Emily at 9:37 PM
3 Comments:
Lawanda must know that you are a gift to her, too.
Happy Independence Day!
You are a gift! Happy 4th. :>)
As a teacher, I like this a lot. I know how often students can be difficult, and how little it takes to make it worthwhile. Thanks for posting it!
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