30poems – Day 16

Before the students arrived, I made sure the entry to the room was marked by some caution tape and a poster that read:  this is a metaphor.

The lesson was not lost on them, as they dared to defy the warning.  Took their places in a circle.  Notebooks, pens, and backpacks.  First day of school shoes, and new haircuts.

I asked them to cross the line again.  Start with your obituary.  ___ was…lived to a ripe old age of…lived as if…died when…remembered.

I watched their fear, their pride, their concerns and hopes.

This is not a metaphor.  It’s just a Monday morning lesson plan.


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