Anne Girvan's Decree

At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low. 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 song She saw through the silence, knew the girl didn’t belong. Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor so bright Igniting a spark and banishing the girl’s night. With patience and wisdom, the teacher gently untied The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s pride. “Believe, my dear,” she whispered, “you are strong, Your voice is a melody; let it carry you along.” In the world of words, the girl found her escape A refuge in language, a chance to reshape. The pen became the girl’s ally, the paper her friend, Thus began her journey, a path to amend. Through verses and prose, she let out her fears Dropping them like anchors, dissolving in tears. Anne Girvan—the guide, the catalyst of change— Empowered the girl to break free from 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, 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 to rejoice. The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free, Her metamorphosis sparked by Anne Girvan's decree. In Kingston’s inner city, where dreams often stall, A teacher and poet answered her call. Now she pens accolades for the one who believed, Who unmuted her voice—her hero, reprieved. This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace, Whose influence lingers, transcending all space. Decorated with praises among the heavens above, Her ode to Anne Girvan, a testament of love.