
And then I began my 8th grade class. The new unit they are studying is poetry. On a whim, I decided I would read the poems for the day's lesson. I told my students how important it is to read a poem aloud as a performance with style and grace. So I began to read two poems by Jacqueline Woodson from her book, Locomotion. This is a book of poems written in the voice of Lonnie, a teenage boy living with a foster family. Lonnie learns from his teacher that he "has a poet's heart." As I read - with as much expression and emotion as I could - my unruly, noisy bunch of 35 8th graders sat as silently as any 5-year old listening to a bed-time story. Anyone who has seen - and heard - this wild group would find it hard to believe their rapt attention to the words.
As I read the last lines of "Almost Summer Sky," with its symbol of Rodney acting as a tree to provide shade for his young foster brother, my heart calmed. I'm sure I'll feel sadness for my loss at another time. However, for that moment I was able to forget myself in the beauty of words. Once again I was renewed by poetry.