Final Days

Twas the 14th of August
One girl full of fright
Could barely even get
Full sleep through the night

For when she awoke
Not a student she would be
This young girl would be teaching
A class of twenty-three!

Her nerves were on edge,
Her voice, low and wary,
The students blankly stared
As she said, “I’m Miss Carrie”

The minutes turned to hours
Until finally she could say
“Alright, we are done,
Class is finished for today.”

Days, they went by quickly
And months, they flew by, too
Until the young girl realized
All weeks were gone but two!

Now you’d think such a girl
Would be excited just by knowing
In just a mere two weeks
To home this girl was going

Instead this girl sits wishing
She had more time to stay
Because all of her young students
Could always make her day

These, children, how they managed
To crawl into her heart
And now to think of leaving them
Is tearing her apart

And it’s not just the students
No, the people changed her, too
She’s finishing what she knows
God called her here to do

And now this young girl can say
From her time in Majuro
She cannot wait for that time
To heaven we will go

Because she’ll see those faces
All smiling, bright, and clear
She’ll hug her dear, sweet students
Who taught her love this year.