their faces
greet me at the classroom door
like sun through the clouds-
hoping they can't see
the rain in me
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About Me
- Kristin Riggs
- I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this. "My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1 Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.
I'm feeling better this afternoon, but this morning was rough. I was just feeling blue for some reason. Those are the days when being a teacher is difficult...the days when I have to hide those feelings and be what they need me to be. However, it's usually in doing just that-meeting their needs, that I find my sparkle again. :)
ReplyDeleteAhhh yes, teachers of the young often need to act.
ReplyDeletefresh cookies
beneath this sham smile
melancholy
Lovit! _m
But I often found they read us....even the smallest, i remember a five year old asking --"isn't your mood right today?" when i was telling then a story, :)
ReplyDeleteBut then, a nice poem that conveys our need to cover as teachers, Kristin :)
wishes,
devika
Even blue has its place in the rainbow.
ReplyDeleteA very heartfelt poem Kristin.
I work in special education. I can totally relate. I had a autistic girl in my class for 4 yrs who sensed evrytime something was not right with me. If i was upset she would be the same way all day. Well written Kristin. Hope you are feeling better.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, you students love you, and you feel it, and you love them right back, I can see that easing soul pain :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know a lot about tanka, but I love this little poem anyway. This inside-outside-reflection goes very deep.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
Oh, this is lovely!
ReplyDeleteLoved it Kristin.
Margie:)