My Teacher by Sandra Nelms-Ludwig A Memorable Teacher writing prompt entry |
(Tribute to Mary Elizabeth Caldwell) She asked me to write a poem, when I was twelve and in seventh grade, I wrote "The Little Hearts", a child's rambling, rhyming Valentine's wish. She assured me it was great, and so began my chase and catch of the written word, chronicling a passage not often stated aloud, for others to hear. Somehow, she knew that my unspoken desires needed to be shouted across paper. She told me I was a poet and I believed her. She took me to lunches at the Miller Rhoades tearoom, where fine silver and glassware adorned crisp, white tablecloths. I savored a Missouri club sandwich smothered in golden rivulets of cheddar cheese, followed by ice cream, that crunched with slivers of peppermint candy. She showed me I deserved fine dining, and I believed her. She drove me to the Grandin Theater and treated me to my first movie. Dr. Zhivago's wintry tale enshrouded in the haunting melody of Lara's theme, still serves as a gauge of cinematic quality, for my older eyes and sensibilities. It has yet to be matched. She revealed to me a world of possibilities beyond my rural setting, and I believed her. She carefully placed in my reading space, "Black Like Me" and numerous other books that inspired me to read more, know more and want more for myself. The active instilment of newfound self-worth made me aware early on That she wanted me to realize that the distinct conditions of any race are the absolute conditions of the human race, and I believed her. She bought me clothing, to put in my wardrobe of hand-me-downs and rummage sale items. Shiny, new Weejun loafers with copper pennies inserted in each slit sat next to my earth soiled canvas tennis shoes. I remember swirling in an ochre pleated dress that was the nicest garment I had ever owned. She made me feel beautiful, and I believed her. She marbleized positive, uplifting experiences throughout the realities of my childhood given deprivations. Each interaction moved me closer to the voice you now hear. I had never felt beyond my family circle, nor often within it a caress that has lasted so long, so long that even the children which I now know can be enveloped within it snugness. My teacher loved me, and I loved her. She cultivated my ability to love, and I believed her.
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