A Work Of Heart.

A Vanishing Work Of Heart.


In a sun baked, shabby classroom

that's been made cozy yearly,

stands an icon to a soon

vanishing work of heart.

Chasing dreams to split seams

of reluctant young minds

and fill them with the joy

of what teaching imparts

In the scald of late summer,

and through mid winters gloom,

she is found there daily

from August till June,

whether pulling bus duty

with the kids by the curb

or sharing witty blurbs to

quell the boredom of verbs.

Leaving high school at sixteen

and hungry for knowledge

she started teaching at twenty

fresh faced out of college.

And not for the money

it was a mere pittance then,

but for the sheer joy of sharing her education.

helping struggling students

on ways to be prudent

and praising them often when

they showed great improvement.

For thirty-five years going on thirty-six,

she has taught both the honors

as well as kids with conflicts.

bent over our kitchen table

when school days were done

she's spent hours grading essays

often reading me one,

great works from some youthful exuberance spent,

testimonies to some of the talents she'd lent

then delighted she'd mark it 100%.

Often staying after school to work on backloads,

or for discipline meetings,

bullying and dress codes.

working even on crutches,

and through miserable colds.

but blamed for greed in the union

that protected her rights,

her true union's with her students

every day, many nights.

Don't pretend you can govern

what teachers go through,

till you stand years in a classroom

and do what they do.

all good teachers with tenure

should be cherished most dearly,

they help guide younger teachers

from hard lessons learned yearly.

they've handled what worst case scenarios brought

hands on, in their classrooms,

in ways that can't be taught,

I could tell you some stories

of the glory and grief,

that would start up a recall

and change your belief.

but she'll still show up daily

regardless of costs,

cause she knows it's the students

who will suffer the loss,

She's cried many nights

because soon she'll retire,

it's so hard to leave when

you've still got the fire,

it's the kids she will miss,

it's that bond that is made,

that is severed forever

to go sit in the shade.

When her last class are seniors

 she'll be a senior too,

still holding great love

for what she used to do.

Pat the back of a teacher,

don't belittle the job,

cause truth is, in the end

it's the kids who'll be robbed,

how many young souls

do you think will apply

for a teacher's certificate as time goes by,

if they whittle away at school budgets and pay,

makes me wonder who'll be teaching

my grandkids someday.

This poem is my tribute,

cause I'm proud of my wife

she's reached hundreds of kids,

sharing lessons for life.


ArtWhimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions -(C)-2011

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Earth Angel 5 years ago

This is a stunning poem and tribute to your wonderful wife! It has brought tears to my eyes! Please send this on to the Teacher's Unions and Teacher's Magazines! It is a testiment worth world attention! Blessings to you both, and the many students blessed by your teachings! EarthAngel!

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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Your pride shines through... A great tribute to your wife and all the teachers who love to teach. Without the Teachers union, where would we be today? Without unions, where would any of us be, working in sweat shops?.....

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MFB III 5 years ago from United States Author

Hey Earth Angel and Always Exploring, thanks for youer kind comments...I would love to send this to teacher's magazines and union newsletters online, but then hub pages will delete my work here, their new policy does not allow us to publish beyond the hub pages or the work here is deleted. So I guess I have to decide what to do about all of the publishing restrictions now in place. I write to get my messages out to everyone, but things I have written here and then posted elsewhere to spread the word or message to others are now in an unpublished mode here???? Oh, well I have to decide if this site is worth sacrificing thousands of readers elsewhere just to fulfill a policy. Thanks for reading me, I truly have enjoyed your comments. ~~~MFB III

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jandee 5 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

I Have Three kids who are teachers so hope they remain as dedicated with all the upsets and cutbacks!

Lovely writing . Hope you stay as there is a sad feeling something like at Christmas when those 'special'cards no longer arrived,as we see so many writers on hubpages bidding us good-bye,jandee

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Earth Angel 5 years ago

Dearest MFBIII,

You bring up a really good point I had not yet considered about publishing poetry on HubPages! With my articles, I have just reworked them a bit to get around the duplicate content rules! But a poem has its words in place for a reason! Maybe the answer is in the forums?

Believe me, HubPages, the founders and the HP team did not design these changes - and it's not personal - it's an Internet wide change from Google! Google had to do something drastic as they were paying millions out on duplicate content/sites! It will all be for the better!

Contact HP to let them know you would like to publish your wonderful poem in other venues and ask about the procedure for doing so!

Have a GREAT day! Keep writing! Keep teaching!

Blessings always, EarthAngel!

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Joy56 5 years ago

Hi your wife sounds a dedicated person, just like you, i sure would love to read her words on you.

My son is a teacher in Florida, he is English, and teaches world history in Florida. His wife is American, and they moved back there because they have an autistic son, and they feel he will get a better chance, and his wife is near her family for support.

However life is not always easy for him in the classroom, he rings us often totally stressed out, but he is learning, and like your wife, has a great yearning to help young ones learn.

I wish i would have met a teacher like your wife, i love your work, and feel honoured that it is here on hub pages. You are truly a wonderful person, and writer, and whatever you choose to do, in this ever changing world, may your words go with you. God Bless Brenda Scully xxx

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Artamia 5 years ago from GTA, Canada

...Your Poem - a Great labor of Love...Superb dedication...homage to your wife, as a teacher, and to all kind and intelligent teachers on our Lonely Planet...The hardest job is to be a good teacher...and not everyone understand the complexity of it...

Many pedagogues are heroes - because every day they save many lives and Souls...they help kids become decent grown-ups ¡¡

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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

What a beautiful tribute to your wife. She obviously took great pleasure from teaching and no doubt will miss it sorely.

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Mekenzie 4 years ago from Michigan

MFB, this is the type of teacher I wish all children had. A teacher who loves children, one who is moved and motivated by her heart. Her devotion is clear as she takes pride in the accomplishments of her students. What a heart .. why must she retire .. is it forced? Seems a person should be able to work as long as she has health.

Great tribute to a wonderful lady. voted up and awesome


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