Life never froze

I find treasures buried deep

In old boxes – once neat

Laughter, joy and lots of tears

As the end stage of life nears

Why do we collect memories

On objects that last centuries

Someone one day must dispose

Of belongings – of a life that never froze

Hidden pain

I had a student the other day

One look and I knew his pain

It was hidden in what he did not say

He did not greet me normally

Yet laugh loud with his friends

A loud obnoxious tra-de-lee

He entered class with excess vigor

Swore a lot

But showed no academic rigor

As a class clown he was quite funny

However I knew his clowning hid

That his life was far from sunny

Monotony

Days come

Days go

Days stay the same

Work

Study

Repeat

Work

Study

Repeat

Perhaps I should have considered

The implications of my latest grand plan

Sure I can study each evening

2 hours no probs peeps.

ummm……

Turns out I can do

Just what I said

And still have time for some crafting

But my brain is so fried

By lights out each night

That I miss my nightly day dreaming.

Day dreaming works great

When the mind has time to wander

Not so when there is no time to go.

Oh well, I will simply

Keep plugging away

And the ideas will return

One winter’s day

When the study is done

And the Masters hangs proudly

Upon a wall in a future time.

Scatty vs ADHD

My brain flits there

My brain flits here

My brain travels to another thought

I’ll start one thing

And before I know it

I’ve moved on to do another.

I cannot seem to focus

The world is much to bright

A movie to watch

A book to read

A poem I must write

And all the while I struggle

To focus and complete one task

I so often wonder if it’s just scatty brain I have

Or perhaps something more serious

Something diagnosable

But in order to get diagnosed

I’d have to concentrate

So I guess that I’ll just soldier on

And wonder way too much

About my scatty flitty brain

Whose focus jumps too often

And try again to focus it

On a task

Worked through to completion.

My true heros

A hero inspires visions of grand and really strong men

Of Wonder Woman and Super Girl

Of capes, hammers and of big green men.

Alas these are only fiction

For I really wouldn’t mind

A big green man or a Thor and Hammer

Walking me into mine.

Heros come in different forms

Than those portrayed above

A hero may be a small boy, staying home from school to defend his Mum.

A hero may be a child who turns up at school day after day, struggling to learn to read, persistently trying each and every day.

A hero may be a co-worker, who keeps on plodding on, putting aside personal hardship to help a small someone.

A hero may be a person who just keeps going on – one foot in front of the other, until the day is done.

A hero may be a soldier who runs into a fight, A hero may be a police officer struggling to keep those drugged in line.

A hero may be a paramedic, a nurse, a doctor, a firefighter – they all put one foot in front of the other and get their jobs done right.

But for me the most amazing heros are those that do not complain, their quiet calm acceptance of everything life throws their way.

These people do not give up –

they just keep on going on

keep on walking forward.

These heros are – for me – the true ones.

The door to education

The door to education

is not that hard to find.

Thousands of people daily

Stand waiting there to guide.

So why is it that some ignore it,

And some struggle to acquire

Then there are the ones

That formal education is against.

The keepers of these learnings

Are not exactly what you think.

I teach maths and science

Yet do not know how to unblock a sink.

So thank you to those keepers

In all our many forms

That help the world to study

And generate the links

that mean acquiring knowledge

Is a societal norm.

too scared to live

I do not know what you hide

You only show so much

I can tell you are troubled

I can tell you reasons why

Did your mother hit you this morning?

Did you actually have food at home?

Did your father take your medicine – that helps you concentrate?

Your brother’s now your sister

Your mother – she moved out

Your father – you never knew him

You live with an Aunt and Grandma

At least there is a roof;

Your mother refuses to see you

She cancels every trip;

You hide out in the skate park

It’s safer than your house.

You never learnt to read

You feared those frightful sounds

Your brain was in survival

No learning to be found.

Every noise in that classroom

A potential threat

Every smile can hide a hand

That’s coming up to hit.

You spent the day petrified

That you would find no one at home.

You spent the week horrified

Only moldy hunks unrecognizable in the fridge.

You spent the month wondering

If the police would raid your house.

What is the point of learning

When you are too scared to live

Monotony

My day is long, yet boring,

Focus – I cannot

I’d rather be at home reading,

Work – anything but!

I have a long to do list

Yet nothing is inspired

I tick long box after long box

Dying slowly inside.

Breaks again

There are days I cannot handle

The stories just repeat

Students with disabilities

So damned hard to teach.

I am not talking adds and multiplies

Or the ins and outs of poetry

I’m talking about how students know

That they deserve more.

These students with ASD

Do not understand the simple things

Of what is right and what is wrong

And what is simply not to be done.

My heart has broken too many times

I do not know when is the line

To stop, because I cannot.

I try my best each and every day

To make a difference in any way

Yet the same bad stories

Play and play

And my heart breaks again.

BuCket List Item Done

My masters is complete

I’ve wanted it for years

It started as an MBA

When I was just around ten.

I made it through my schooling

My MBA far ahead

I did a Bachelor of Science

And I thought my dream was dead

I went back a couple of decades later

And got a Graduate Diploma.

The dream once more remembered.

Roll forward years and indecisions

An MBA no longer fit

But smiles all round

I had a plan with a Masters in it.

And not but two years later

I have finally done it.