A hedge of Santan flowers stands across a classroom’s door
A witness to uniformed students using coconut husks to polish floors
A witness to the lessons that transpire inside a class
A witness to a student getting scolded behind jalousie glass
Indeed, those Santan flowers know everything that’s going on
They’ve witnessed countless students trying hard for generations
They’ve witnessed neophyte teachers get their bearings as they teach
They’ve witnessed joyful moments when those same teachers succeed
They watch wide-eyed as students sometimes break a teacher’s heart
They bow their heads in sorrow when a teacher falls apart
They know the dreams of Teachers and the hopes inside their chest,
The sacrifices that they made for this vocation set apart from the rest
To be able to make a difference, in the lives of their students and all
Is the essence of being a Teacher and not everyone can answer the call
They discover gifts of students, even those who do not speak
Being a teacher is not for the faint of heart and especially not for the weak
Though they may not build infrastructures, fly planes or go to the moon
It was because of the lessons they taught that we‘re able to do that soon
Endless hedges of Santan flowers remind us of a Teacher’s love,
So we thank you our dear Teachers, you are God’s precious gift from Above.
Poem given by TCS Batch 2000 as Silver Jubilarians to our former teachers at Trinity Christian School.
