To My Class
You were a beautiful garden,
And I was the gardener.
I nourished your beauty and helped you grow.
I valued you even when others thought you were wild weeds.
I trimmed you back when you got a little out of control
so that you can grow to be
My garden is beautiful.
Every plant is different
and lovely in its uniqueness.
If I had more time,
I could straighten the rows,
add more nourishment of knowledge,
help the sharp-edged hearts to soften into the beauty of kindness,
encourage the small and quiet ones to shine with brightness.
Someone else will be your gardener now and forever more.
I can only hope my year of nourishment and valuing
will remain with you as you
remember all you’ve learned
(in your heart and your mind), and
The roundup today is at The Cazzy Files.