Picnic


We have a mandate to leave no child behind,

Yet we are educating children not left behind,

But left to die, escaping with their families and their lives,

The clothes on their backs and a lifetime of images they want to forget.

So we attempt to educate them--

‘educate’ from the Latin-‘to lead out’

Lead out from terror, away from want, weariness and war.

Away from fear, their homeland torn beyond recognition.

Lead them to America, where we shout “welcome!” and expect them to be,

Somehow, just like our children.

Expect them to forget the hell they’ve seen,

ask them to ignore the obvious (they are alive!)

Expect them to observe the rules, sit in our chairs, be quiet,

controlled, obedient.

Raise our voices when they don’t understand,

hand out warnings at their laziness and lack of discipline,

shake our heads that they are so behind.


And all along inside, they’re saying,

“Thank you for the clean water and the toilets in the school.

Thank you for the windows in my classroom, the grass at lunchtime,

the daily food and a place to

Stand in the sun away from bullets.”

“Thank you for the pencils, this paper, that is mine.

for this ‘picnic’, (for surely it must seem to them!)

This safe place of freedom

To play and laugh without fear

Regain some of my childhood spent in the dark behind doors and walls.

Thank you for not having to hide, be quiet, be not-me

But be who I am, free in America.

As to my education—that can wait.

Right now I’m just trying to live.”
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When I first was hired for our school district, my position was as an Assistant for English Language Learners.  I've spent over 25 years in education and am so very undone sometimes by what is NOT educational in our schools. This poem was prompted by my experience with a Middle Schooler from Iraq.
Sharing with the poetry folks over at dVerse Pub today for Open Link Night.  Join us!

Comments

  1. wow. you really put it into perspective for sure...there are some kids that it is just that...a chance at a childhood they dont get at home...its most humbling as well...and all dont fit in the same blacks...

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  2. This is exceptional! You stripped away pretense and political correctness to see the child (that one small soul just "trying to live") and isn't that the beginning of all education, regardless of background or nationality or life experience, but especially because of it? OUTSTANDING, Jody!!

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    1. Thank you Cindee. It's a balance in the caring department to keep on going with the preponderance of what is NOT educational along with the love we have for the kids.

      That's what blesses me the most.
      Thanks for your kind words.

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  3. Unfortunately, we dislike what we do not understand.

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  4. wow, powerful and true. This has so mich reality in it, though it is imagined thru the eyes of a child. You have really practised the poet's art of living in another's shoes. Excellent. Thank you.

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  5. Jody - this is so powerful. And so true. Thank you for putting your experience into such rich words.

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  6. I like this a lot. And I hope your unique experience and insight may reach someone who has not yet developed the "heart" to see beyond the labels, the statistics, the political posturing--and help him to see that all borders are in our minds, and begin to recognize the humanity in ALL of us, all deserving of respect and common decency.

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    1. Respect, common decency, understanding....and with children--where we need it the most, especially the vulnerable ones. Thank you for your kind words.

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