My father gave me this poem. He was a school teacher then Principal.
The poem was written by a retired Educational Inspector and moved me so much.
This poem hung on the wall of my classroom during the 20 years i taught. A poem about difference, the “good”-ness about individuality.
It applied to every child in a music class, as all were entirely different in ability and in taste.
When my son was diagnosed as having Asperger’s Syndrome….it had a different meaning.
I now see it as written by an autistic child
I Love it. Helen
Child to Teacher.
There is no hand
In all the world like mine
No fingers move in time
To mine or weave the worlds
That I choose to weave
No voice can sing my song
No eyes can see the shapes
I see in wood or clay or stone
My miracle is me.
My flowers, however wild
Irregular their hues
Must be my flowers, my choice
Not yours. My goats may have
Three horns or none at all;
The clay I pinch and pull
And mould and glaze and fire
Needs to be bright with me
And all that’s mine, not you and your’s.
I need to know what you can richly teach
You need to know and keep
The eachness of us each.
that’s lovely. So simple and frank.
After a horrendous week, which ended with me sitting on the little sofa in Afterschool an hour ago, sobbing while I rocked my distraught child, it says it all.
If you don’t mind, I’ll print it out too.
Have to stop this crying melarky! I look like a clown!
Thank you, Helen. This poem is just what I needed.
a massive HUG to you and a squish to Caleb!
i LOVE this poem, reminds me everytime i read it of how unique they are – would LOVE if was given to every teacher in the country!
and you are NOT a clown,,,
you are a great MAMMY who feels your child’s pain.
you haven’t seen my lovely shiny red nose!!!
We’ve spent the evening watching Laurel and Hardy DVD. Nothing like a bit of slapstick.
Thanks for your kind words,
and tomorrow will be one of those moments…where you see that special child…and you will get up and smile
I have been looking for this poem for years – I knew it when I worked in a school over 10 years ago and have been trying to find it ever since. I could only remember the line about the goats. Simple, moving and inspiring- loved it then, love it now.
i had it framed in my classroom and in clear view- lest i ever forgot it.
i LOVE it.