a ruler mark was a better way
children should not have fun
serious the subject
in every day
we must light- hearted
follow the leader
the silly way
you don’t want to know
that I taught a game
I have the upmost respect for teachers with all sorts of degrees. The job is an important one. A retired elementary teacher, I respect and adore, states emphatically that her most important subject was love and kindness; something she taught by example to her appreciative students. I’ll add fun to that list. We have fun in our classes – lot’s of it!!!
Sending love to my friends in Pawell and Lacor. You are the best teachers in the world and have taught me to have the best kind of fun.
~ Love Mrs. Fish
Today they moved the last of my belongings to somewhere. No one would tell me. My family thinks because I am “old” that those things no longer matter or that I will forget about them like I forgot the grocer’s name (last week).
I watched someone fumble with the box containing my type written drafts, hand drawn story boards, and copies of every last radio script. A tear fell to the ground; no one heard it except Font, my spaniel. My faithful Dell which replaced my IBM Selectric years ago was in another box bound for the place where computers go instead of heaven.
“Don’t worry mom everything is on thumb drives.”
“For what?” I wanted to yell under my carefully tucked afghan. “Can I access my work with my thumb, perhaps my teeth?”
My bony fingers were itching to take one more sweep across the keyboard.
My daughter was dripping with sincerity, “We have you enrolled in a number of classes at the retirement community.”
I can’t tell you how many times over the years I have heard ,”Those who can’t do… Teach.”
I smiled to myself knowing that I was teaching a number of those classes.
Little do they know that my archived work is auto loaded on my blog. Should be good for hmmm about 5 years. I can still, after all, operate the “Like” button.
The WordPress Daily Post prompt is what would you do Without Blogging? A pox on such a thought. My fictionalized response reflects what I would do….
Photography: “Ive had better days” © L. Moon
Here’s what others would do without blogging:
used to build
will grow taller still
with much work and skill
the workers strive a tireless lot
if pulled at small and weakened spot
the building looming tall and proud will plop
Follow this prompt from Poets United:
BUILD IT UP –One Word At A Time Your first line has two words. The second line has three. The third, four, and so on. Length is not limited so long as each line contains one more word than the line before it. Write until it’s ready! When you’re finished, go back and give your poem a one word title.
Ever play the game Jenga? It’s a great lesson on what happens when we go over the top with just one too many levels.