For Ganel Gibbs
It was only a shed
Leaning on the wind and your courage
But there always you fed
Each child with a special knowledge
Of the world and its art
Into them you poured your heart.
And I, barefooted child
Struggling to flower in the sun
Drawn to your shade so mild
Came with you, built on what you began
And day after day we
Labored to a calling more than duty.
I came to teach the tots
And found seeds of all ages there
In stony soil and rusty pots
And I followed you to make them bear
Fruits uncommon to their lot
And found me sprouting in a pot.
It was your hand, your love
Your wisdom of kindness that rescued me
Pushed me to make my move
Along the path that shun despondency
And that day when the board
Lit up with my name, I saw your pride restored
Those thirteen JSC subjects
Was this a beginning of the times
For gold its light deflects
And the sweetest bell that chimes
Repeats the song that brims
The heart of love secret whims.
So always I serve still
The same constituents you taught
But unsatisfied till
My desire in your presence is caught
That may say thank you dear
For empowering me to rise above the fear.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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