You Held My Hand When Chips Were Down
Muse, you didn’t offer excuses to hold my hand
To walk and talk to the flagging courage
Weeping and seeping into the stamina gland
Where years of interaction on the educational stage
Yielded fields of unexpected benefits
I accrued from the investment you made in my person
Learning, teaching, editing the list of tweets
I dared and cared to ensnare in every lesson
My broken bones and swollen muscles
Endeavoured to flavor as you and I did communicate
On the chalk board in ninety minute corpuscles
Riding in our blood dared to dictate, not to desecrate
The warmth you exuded as you took over my teaching role
Spinning my brain, pinning down my despair, leaning your shoulder
To spell for me the scale I embraced to give up the droll
Approach and technique you taught me could move the boulder
That limited the view you held as to ways I could improve
My teaching craft if only I could rework my draft
Over and over again to delete passages that couldn’t move
My performance forward if a blessed benefits raft
Should finally open my eyes to the greatness your love
Appreciation, support and faith could blend and lend to the path
That led to the pinnacle your suave personality raised above
The mediocrity I walked worshipping the poetry path Sylvia Plath
Opened for my sojourn in search of the companionship
I didn’t know would metamorphose my struggles into accomplishments
Fed and led to a ship that grew into the friendship
For which I hankered to fly into achievements
You made possible
Cos you made me believe against belief
Sterling performances I once thought impossible
You would catalyze to grant limpid life to my academic relief.
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