Chambers of the Mind

In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment of deploy What matters most will never fade away. Through neural corridors, memories replay, Some bright as copper, some we can't employ. In chambers of the mind, we store each day. The brain selects what's worthy of display: Love, laughter, fear, emotions that employ What matters most will never fade away. So when we teach, we must find ways to weigh Not just content, but context to enjoy. In chambers of the mind, we store each day, What matters most will never fade away.