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Anne Girvan's Decree

At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold, Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed, But in the shadows of self-doubt, her potential was concealed. Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze, A beacon of hope, guiding through life's maze. With eyes full of kindness and words like a soothing song, She saw through the silence and knew the girl didn't belong. The teacher made the classroom a sanctuary, a magical space, Where the timid found courage and fears to embrace. Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor and guiding light That ignited a spark and banished the night. With patience and wisdom, Anne Girvan untied, The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s heart. The teacher whispered, "Believe, my dear, you are strong, Your voice is a melody, your gift to prolong." And in the world of words, the girl found her escape, A refuge in language, a chance to reshape. The pen became her ally, the paper, her friend, Thus began a journey of healing, a pain-bending bend Through verses and prose, the girl let out her fears, Dropped them like anchors as they dissolved in her tears. Anne Girvan- the guide, the catalyst of change- Empowered the girl to break through her cage. In the alleys of Kingston, the girl’s story took flight, A blossoming author, her words pure and bright. She painted her struggles, her triumphs and her strife, A testament to the teacher who transformed her life. The pages reverberated with the strength of her voice, A symphony of triumph, a tale for all to rejoice! The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free, Her metamorphosis fueled by Anne Girvan's decree. In Kingston's inner city, where dreams dare not unfurl, Comes a teacher and poet, changing the world. And now she pens accolades to the one Who unmuted her voice- that hero unsung, This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace Whose influence transcends time and space. Decorated with praises among the laurels of heaven. Her ode to Anne Girvan, posthumously given.

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