I wrote this for her who was starting a teaching job in a new school.
My love absconds to bigger ponds
In a new role to feed tadpoles
To let eggs grow their legs
And watch hatchlings turn to fledglings
Like a mother over ducklings
She spreads her wings and sings
To ears unpierced and eyes that prize
The love of story and tales of glory
She opens minds in due time
And makes way for come what may