“Carole, love and more time for enjoyment in teaching job shift”

Carole wakes with the gentle light  
Of sunrise whispering “new day begun,”  
No frantic race for bells to bite,  
No stacks of marking left undone.  
The world outside her window pines  
With birdsong, laughter, clover dew—  
Sweet remnants of her former lines,  
Yet now her path winds somewhere new.

Once classrooms bustled in her care:  
Young minds, bright faces—questions told  
Like fireworks crackling in the air—  
Her heart a lantern, hand to hold.  
She loved the art of guiding dreams,  
Of coaxing sparks where shadows hid;  
But in those hurried lesson streams,  
She’d tuck her wishes ‘neath the lid.

This morning, Carole smiles to find  
Her moments are a gentle store—  
Time for gardens, old friends, wine,  
And walking barefoot out her door.  
She still recalls each shining face,  
The miracle of learning’s gift,  
But now she claims her slower pace—  
A grateful, softly granted shift.

For love, she learns, is seasoned sweet:  
Not only chalk and coffee steam,  
But in the fluttered wings, complete  
With afternoon and sunbeam gleam.  
She teaches life by living well—  
With laughter, kindness, slow delight—  
A gratitude she’ll always tell:  
Joy multiplies when spirits light.

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