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The mirror of memories

 In the mosaic of olden days,
reflections unfold,

The rearview mirror of
memories, a tale to be told.

Highs and lows painted on
the canvas of time,

A masterpiece of life, an
intricate rhyme.


Laughter and tears, like
brushstrokes so bold,

In the gallery of
recollections, stories are scrolled.

People, once vivid, in my
journey they played,

A tapestry of connections and memories laid.


Some departed, like whispers
in the wind,

Time’s gentle teacher,
lessons chime within.

No rewind button in life’s
relentless track,

A realization dawns, no
going back.


Parents, like anchors, in
the corridors reside,

Their absence echoes a
bittersweet tide.

Friends who once walked, are now
shadows cast,

In the heart’s album,
memories forever last.


Time, the silent sculptor shapes the past,

Moments slip away, yet
memories amass.

A lesson learned, as the
years gently hover,

The importance of memories
for those who discover.


In the tapestry of age,
threads interlace,

A symphony of memories, in
time and space.

For seniors, each
recollection is a treasure trove,

An ode to the past, and a testament to love.

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I served as a teacher, a teacher on Call, a Department Head, a District Curriculum, Specialist, a Program Coordinator, and a Provincial Curriculum Coordinator over a forty year career. In addition, I was the Department Head for Curriculum and Instruction, as well as a professor both online and in person at the University of Phoenix (Canada) from 2000-2010.

I also worked with Special Needs students. I gave workshops on curriculum development and staff training before I fully retired

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