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Anne Girvan's Decree

At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold,
Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed,
But in the shadows of self-doubt, her potential was concealed.
Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze,
A beacon of hope, guiding through life's maze.
With eyes full of kindness and words like a soothing song,
She saw through the silence and knew the girl didn't belong.
The teacher made the classroom a sanctuary, a magical space,
Where the timid found courage and fears to embrace.

Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor and guiding light
That ignited a spark and banished the night.
With patience and wisdom, Anne Girvan untied,
The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s heart.
The teacher whispered, "Believe, my dear, you are strong,
Your voice is a melody, your gift to prolong."
And in the world of words, the girl found her escape,
A refuge in language, a chance to reshape.
The pen became her ally, the paper, her friend,
Thus began a journey of healing, a pain-bending bend

Through verses and prose, the girl let out her fears,
Dropped them like anchors as they dissolved in her tears.
Anne Girvan- the guide, the catalyst of change-
Empowered the girl to break through her cage.
In the alleys of Kingston, the girl’s story took flight,
A blossoming author, her words pure and bright.
She painted her struggles, her triumphs and her strife,
A testament to the teacher who transformed her life.
The pages reverberated with the strength of her voice,
A symphony of triumph, a tale for all to rejoice!

The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free,
Her metamorphosis fueled by Anne Girvan's decree.
In Kingston's inner city, where dreams dare not unfurl,
Comes a teacher and poet, changing the world.
And now she pens accolades to the one 
Who unmuted her voice- that hero unsung, 
This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace
Whose influence transcends time and space.
Decorated with praises among the laurels of heaven.
Her ode to Anne Girvan, posthumously given.




Copyright © Marguerite C. Anderson

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