Dear lower-going-on-upper 2013

Written a few weeks ago for a very, unusually special Lower-6 (Junior/Grade 12) class.

Dear lower-going-on-upper

I’ll have you know

I only write poetry when I

care

about something

a lot.

But I do-

about you.

So, here it is.

I cherish the privilege of

standing in front of you.

I’m grateful each time

you let me glimpse

the reality of your world.

I understand the honour of that gift

and hold it with two hands

in awe.

When I think of you

I have so much hope,

dear lower-going-on-upper sixes

You can be so much

do so much

--dare I hope it—

change so much.

I hope, too,

the light never leaves your eyes

            or your heart

Don’t let anyone

            no matter how nice

            or mean

Take it from you.

I hope, too,

you remember

how you felt

here

and out there

and that you protect

the best in yourself and

in those yours to protect.

Outside will try to take

your joy

your love

your humanity --

Hold tight,

dear lower-going-on-upper.

Hold for dear life

Refuse to let go--

Sing, love, give,

And

dance

in the rain.

Miss Bell, October 2013