Who is in my pocket?

My rock

We talked about our favourite things,

shared  stories . . .

I wanted to know about them.

who were these learners?

 

I remember telling her

she sounded like the rock in her family,

the person everyone looked to . . .

solid.

 

The phone rang . . .

She was no longer with us.

 

I was shaken.

 

Now she represents the rock

That instructs me,

tells me not take anything

or anyone for granted.

 

What is the hidden curriculum

my learners bring with them?

What can I learn?

How can I listen?

 

More questions than answers,

but I was awakened,

alerted to look beyond

a smiling face.

 

A rock of remembrance

We will not forget you.