Thankful for Each Turn, #poetry

(C) 2021, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

When the leaves fall

Is it the dying of a tree?

Or is it merely a sign of change

And what one day shall be?

Ghosts of yesterday

Get trampled into the ground

They willfully move on

For something new to come round…

When leaves fall, oh so brittle,

Yet colorful and bright

A reminder to grab hold

Of our spark before

The descent of night.

Every change brings something new

Every night brings morning dew.

Every moment holds its gifts.

I’m grateful for those I didn’t miss.

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Weekend Coffee Share, Time Moves us Toward…Something TBD

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer! This week was a busy one, but packed with good moments, so pull up a chair. It’s sunny with a lovely breeze here in Jacksonville, Florida, perfect for taking coffee or tea on the porch!

I had a Club meeting after school Monday, and Tuesday, I helped usher the kids out as many teachers were helping with a dance for game day pre-festivities. Then, I headed out for a get-together with old friends (retired teachers).

It’s always great to see old friends, and they give me the inspiration that my life after retiring from teaching could be a good one. We ate at the Cheesecake Factory, but I had Asian Lettuce wrap tacos that were not expensive, yet delish! Truly, the field of teaching has changed so much through the years, and I wonder how much longer I can do this.

I’d certainly have to take up work in another field, hopefully a fulfilling one, as I do feel I have made a difference in the teaching world. (That is why I stuck with it this long). You feel as if you’ve made this world a better place. How much longer I can do this is yet to be determined.

So, those thoughts were with me when I was back at school after an early dinner to attend and help as needed at the National Junior Honor Society induction of new members. Many of the students there were my students a year or two ago. It was heartwarming to see them being honored and to clap and smile for them. There was not a ceremony last year due to COVID.

So, there are still high points I encounter as a teacher. There are also still big HUH? moments regarding paperwork or upcoming new certification requirements. I’m still interested in learning more about chronic pain, which has nothing to do with my teaching job. This desire may have been further fueled by the pins and needles I felt in my legs this week…

Geez, that makes me sound old! I’m not old, I swear. Well, maybe old enough to joke about it. Let’s go with the legend one of my students started last year: that I’m a vampire, because I don’t have many wrinkles, yet I’ve been teaching like, forevvvvver…

I love it when they are imaginative! At any rate, if there is a new phase of my life around the corner, I shall not fear it.