a last year with the students
for roughly ⅔ of my life
I have poured myself into Carolina Friends School,
its vision, our vision, inextricably intertwined deeply with me,
much of who I am also who we are,
and now it's time to disengage,
to let another see the flame of the students,
to celebrate it, to feed it,
to help the fire of self come into its power,
to find the way to let its light shine,
for each self to slough off hesitancy,
and for each to be standing high,
triumphant with self-belief,
released from the shackles that all of us must discard
to become who we are at our best,
these days I celebrate that I still can see my students,
know them a bit, appreciate them a lot,
and help them throw off the short circuits
that whisper self-doubt at them,
I take pictures of our students
and hope to snap the picture only when
their eyes open enough to let the self glimpse out,
each photo a metaphor of who I hope to be as a teacher,
next year I hope for more time for myself,
I will still work with CFS to celebrate its journey
and to celebrate all the students
with whom we have been gifted,
I look forward to the new staff
who will carry the school forward
and help each student shine brightly.
by Henry H. Walker
September 27, ‘23
3 comments:
A very beautiful poem.
Henry, your love and influence will always be present at CFS!
Thank yo for this glimpse into your experience of this momentous transition. Thank you for every single child you have seen and loved so thoroughly.
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