Mrs. Mary Jo Fletcher, first grade teacher at Daughtery Elementary School
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She stood beside my desk one day, her voice a calm, encouraging sway, and whispered hope in her own way~ she saw the light in me. Her chalk-stained hands drew worlds so wide, inviting me to step inside, to trust the words I tried to hide~ she saw the light in me. When doubt pressed hard against my chest, she named the strengths I’d not confessed, and urged me gently toward my best~ she saw the light in me. Now, when I start to write, her presence is with me, warm and bright, the teacher who first named my light~ she saw the light in me.
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