Searching attic’s hidden treasures
Opening ancient cedar chest
Well-preserved photo album smiles
Connections with family’s quest
Scanning morning’s endless gray sky
Feeling forgotten and alone
Phone rings, lifting away sadness
Connections with daughter’s milestone
Driving endless summer backroads
Coming to destination’s gift
Rustic cabin by mountain lake
Connections waken life’s gearshift
Sitting near frosty window glass
Watching winter’s chilling landscape
Mail carrier drops off letter
Connections with friend’s warm escape
Spending lifetime in school’s classroom
Touching so many youthful lives
Cumulative cache of memories
Connections stir teacher’s archives
Big Sky Buckeye 
I can tell from your poem how much you love teaching. Yes, a teacher touches many lives…a privilege.
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Suzette, I appreciate your kind words. Yes, I loved my career as a teacher. Perhaps a bit of it shines here as well.
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Yes it does shine. Blessings
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We make connections daily and sometimes we don’t recognize that there was a connection until long after the moment is past. Your word pictures are always amazing and this morning they gave me a smile as I remembered the connections I have made, with family, friends and students. Fond memories!
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Vickie, thanks for reading and sharing. It is a blessing for each of us to remember our connections and memories from our many years of teaching.
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Humans are wired for connection.
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Great thought! Thank you Crystal.
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such a delightful medley of memories, teaching must be a tough job 🙂
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Kate, thanks for sharing these kind words. Teaching had its challenges as well as its rewards over my 40 years in the classroom.
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wow that is a long time … doubt I’d have the patience, so kudos!
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