The Sister's Jayne Poem by Randy McClave

When I went to high school for my secondary education
I was nervous and I was scared and I was also full of hope and anticipation,
I was afraid of no one, especially bullies, so I proudly sat on the bleachers
But, what really terrified me, was the knowledge known by the teachers.

It has been over thirty years since I had graduated from high-school
But, at times I still feel ignorant and sometimes I still am that fool,
I still remember that first day and the gossip and the rumors and the pain
That was inflicted upon the new students, by two teachers, the sister's Jayne.

Singularly and together they taught both English and mathematics
Which had opened my soul and my brain and gave my life its schematics,
Because of them I don't need to count on my fingers or my toes
They taught me how to understand, and also to enjoy poems and write prose.

I believed that they were terrifying, but that was before I took their classes
They were committed and stern and caring; maybe that is why they wore glasses,
With their help along with other teachers, from high-school I finally graduated
Now my words and my future they are now easily read and calculated.

Knowledge it is a gift, it is the opening of the soul and the mind
Without learning from our teachers we all would be scared, and frightened and blind,
I still see the sisters together, one pushes a buggy and the other carries a cane
They still can inflict their knowledge and their damage; they are the sister's Jayne.

Randy L. McClave