Violet Nesdoly hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup.
Our classroom door burst open unexpectedly, right as we were in the midst of discussing how the ideas in the Declaration of Independence could be traced all the way across the ocean to the Magna Carta. Three lovely young ladies bounded in, calling out joyously and enveloping me in hugs.
Once they were little slips of sixth graders, all pony tails and toothy smiles. Now, they are freshman at an elite high school some distance away. Once, we saw each other every day…now, we will make do with visits few and far between. I am always amazed at the transformation that takes place in three short years – at the way my little sixth graders grow up and become young adults ready to take on bigger challenges in a wider world.
Visiting alumni…may every day continue to be a present.
EVERY DAY by Naomi Shihab Nye
My hundred-year-old next-door neighbor told me:
Every day is a good day if you have it.
I had to think about that a minute.
She said, Every day is a present
someone left at your birthday place at the table.
Trust me! It may not feel like that
but it’s true. When you’re my age
you’ll know. Twelve is a treasure.
And it’s up to you
to unwrap the package gently,
lift out the gleaming hours
wrapped in tissue,
don’t miss the bottom of the box.