Still A Judge She Now Teaches Children
Once a judge, she stood like stone,
A pillar set against the storm,
Solid as a mountain’s bone,
Certain, patient, grave, and warm.
Her judgments were not made of steel
But of a careful, human light—
A balance taught by what we feel,
A lantern held against the night.
Now in a room of younger days
She plants her reasons like a seed,
And with a sun-bright, steady gaze
She warms each question into need.
Betray her not—she always knows
The hidden currents, undertow;
Behind her eyes, a clear sight grows
That reads the things we do not show.
In all I read, in all I write,
Her quiet work is still in view—
My daughter stands here in the light,
Only twenty-two, because of you.
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