My teacher, what have you left me?
A marker, a pen, and an eraser
An old desk to place all the clutter
Of highlighters, clippings, and notes.
My teacher, what have you left me?
A love for the details of things
To get at the heart of a matter
Regardless how tedious the chore.
My student, what have you left me?
Time passes but I can’t forget
Eager minds straining to gather
Knowledge as pebbles from a brook.
My student, what have you left me?
Your joy in finding your passion
Excitement overcoming discouragement
So honoring me as your guide.
Written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers Genre: Poetry Word count: 100 words PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields Click on the frog and join the party!
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Lovely. That bond between teacher and student is so important, and it works both ways. Well done.
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Thank you, Iain. 🙂
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There is no job more important than that of teacher
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Agreed. We should make that profession more honorable and lucrative, as the medical profession, for example, but somehow their value is always underrated.
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Education, education, education.
The three things we owe our children.
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Their future depends on it . . . and lots of love!
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I love this. As both a teacher and a student–sometimes both at the same time–i totally identified with this.
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Glad you liked it, Linda! It’s been many years since I last taught but I’ve never stopped being a student.
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They have both learned from, and enjoyed, the teaching/learning experience. Lovely!
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Thanks, Alistair 🙂
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Teachers and students – neither one is complete without the other. Nice one.
My story!
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So true, Keith. Thank you. 🙂
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I simply LOVED that one! I think of teachers I’ve had, the few I remember, and why I remember them. I read this and think of the copy of the Torah, Rebi David left to me. It had never occurred to me that students could make such profound impressions on teachers as visa versa, but they do. I keep that book tucked in the drawer beside my bed. I can’t read a single word of the hebrew, mind you, but I do take it out along with my English bible and try to make connections… something that he taught me at a time when I still had so much relearning to do.
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Thank you, Bear. 🙂 What a wonderful teacher he must have been! And what promise he saw in you! And when teachers leave you their lasting love for the scriptures, well, that lasts for eternity, doesn’t it, and all the more precious.
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Education, something we haven’t seen too much of over here in the last nine months. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Sandra. I worry about the shortcomings of online education and hope that comes to an end soon.
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Dear Dora,
What a lovely, lovely poem. I can think of teachers who made a difference in my life. It’s nice that the students left their marks on the teachers, too. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Good guidance is hard to find, but when it’s given the good it creates is truly immeasurable. Thanks so much.
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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What a wonderful piece of verse. I love it! You’ve touched the whole idea from both sides.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Beautiful poem, Dora. I really enjoyed the dialogue between the teacher and student.
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Thanks so much, Adele! 😀
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You’re welcome, Dora 🙂
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I love your poem!
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Awww thanks! Appreciate that very much. 🙂
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i can’t imagine a world without somebody trying to teach the young. even animals have go through the process.
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Funny how teaching methods have evolved over the centuries, from apprenticeships to institutions. But however it occurs, everyone’s been taught by someone.
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A beautiful and inspiring story of the importance of the relationship between teacher and student. I remember the good ones. The teachers who inspired me, even though it has been many, many years since I was a student.
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So do I. Teachers who love their jobs and their students really make a difference.
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A delightful take on the prompt, and with so much truth. Teaching is such an important profession.
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Interrelationship is everything. You describe a beautiful symbiosis here.
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Relationships like this bear fruit and our neighborhoods and cities need more of them methinks.
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This is a great poem!!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it 😀
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