COVID CHRONICLES- FROM A TEACHER'S DESK

COVID CHRONICLES (FROM A TEACHER’S DESK)

                                                        (Written by: Jodyann Hutchinson-Bernard )

Standing ovation  for the greats  who will go down in history

Who rose to the occasion

Who bloomed in the face of adversity

With gifted hands and the bravest hearts

Held this nation together

When it was bound to fall apart.

School doors closed

Cartridge papers rolled

Markers that have once written a million words

Have stories now untold

Methods that were once in lowercase  and italics

Have become rather bold

Uncertainties crept in  and rocked our very core

We had a million  prospects , dreams , plans tossed through the door

How now will I teach Tajay the concept of four?

How now will  I reach Kemar ?

Who  doesn’t know y-o-u-r  is your

Jamie  hardly knows  numbers

How will he understand more

His mother  is a higgler  in the market

He will miss classes for sure.

These are the  many thoughts that haunt us ,

Keep us awake at nights

We grapple with the fear  of failing , the nation’s hopes ,

the nation’s brights

But this fear of failure, fuels our very cause

Catapulted  us into a mindset  to learn google slides , google docs, google forms

Ushered us  into a space  where we had to deviate from the norms

Even it means , putting our very own child

On stop

On mute

On pause

Lord God of Heaven , we need new sails for these storms

The  sacrifices are endless, still we do it for the love

And not for the applause

Meet them at their zone

Creating stars among stars.

We pull on peardeck  because we know Allan is hands-on

Nearpod takes us places, it keeps Damion logged on

Jane likes to write so whiteboard fox is a current  trend

Ken is a visitor but it keeps him engaged to the very end

Toytheatre is a real God-send , it helps Phillip to really blend.

To their needs we have to tend

For a void that’s ignored, will be even more difficult to mend,

Though we are  superhumans  in the eyes of the world

By the wind  sometimes , we do  get swirled  

By the storms sometimes, we do get twirled

In a ball sometimes, we do get curled

Times  and times again, we hear the insults hurled.

Still we get up, dress up

Dry the silent tears

Adjust our seats, turn on our cameras

Shrug off the lingering fears

We got this! We got this !

That’s what we  often say

Time to screenshare  that ray of hope

Time to brighten their day

Time to give that virtual high five

That hip hip hooray!!!!!

Though we are wounded warriors

This mission we must complete

Zero-tolerance for failure

Zero-tolerance for defeat

For we were not built to broken

But to lift this nation to its feet

Raise your glasses, applaud yourselves 

You’re doing a great job at realizing

dreams.