To a Teacher

From her time among us what remains beside the friendships and the cherished taciturn memories are her ideas, principles and approach to teaching from which we can all draw inspiration.

She firmly believed that there are no stupid people there are only different types of intelligent people.
Anyone can be taught provided the method is appropriate.
Therefore she was very much against any form of typecasting, or classification of individuals.
All that was needed for a student to excel was a spark of genuine interest in a subject, the rest was entirely down to will-power and the approach.
If a student possessed but the faintest trace of these qualities she would do all in here power to ensure success.
Any effort on the student part would be multiplied ten-fold on her part.
Under no circumstance would she ever give up on anyone.
And through her selflessness dedication, no one in her class would be left behind.

This award is here to celebrate both her memory and these undying principles which we believe are very much at the heart of this school.
That everyone has the possibility to excel provided there is a little interest and some willpower.

And the winner of this prize today exemplifies this beyond doubt.

We wish to thank the organisers behind this award and the people of this school for keeping her memory and these principles alive.
And we ask of all of you for her sake to not lose faith in your abilities or typecast yourselves.
Everything is a question of perseverance and time.

Nothing is out of your reach.

beyond the realm of words

Only good shall suffer.
For the rest, a buffer,
Shelfish shield from pain
And of any blaming stain
Tainting a care-free disposition
With some unwanted information

Wall of ears only hearing
what to them is not endearing
Preserving their uncompromising happiness
In a blissful willing act of blindness


I look down on your grief with disdain
I choose to ignore the poignancy of your pain
It is inconvenient to my care-free inclination
It is unattractive to me
I am fearful of truly feeling what to others is not appealing

I fear pain



What is to fear but pain
For death has no dominion on us

What their does not fear
Compassion come not comply
happy-disposition
Yet when one has lost a mother.
The pain is to sincere to utter.
For it is beyond the symbols
Of millenia by-gone
we have chosen to express our innermost feelings
And in this pain you are not one
But it is beyond expression and understanding


Caring is suffering, loving is suffering.
Pain, grief, depression
selfless blind love, careless of the imminent
loss,

Only brave shall suffer

Only love shall suffer

Only care shall suffer

Only knowing shall suffer.

Yet the buffer wears thin
And soon under healing skin
Grief imminent ever present
Unravels the spiraling descent
And you will fear that debilitating thread
And you will feel the grief you have fled

And you might feel what has been felt
But so you have lived and you have dealt
With pain greater than death, loss so
great which goes beyond the realm of words
it has to be lived and not two people have lived it the same way

And when you have felt this pain nothing will be the same, and you will be good, brave, love or care no more