Treasure Island

Ana Monnar

(March 6,1954)

Twenty-five Years


Two decades and five years
Through silly laughter and wet tears
Loving, writing, reading, teaching
Eager or, unenthusiastic learners I've been reaching
Dedication and perspiration
Daily lessons and endless hours of preparation
It seems like yesterday was the beginning
Certainly worthwhile and I'm still singing
Nice co-workers that become dear friends
We plan together, go beyond and transcend
Planning together during weekly meetings
Cohesive, united, always warm greetings
Twenty-five years of dedication
Through thick and thin for each occasion
Grateful parents are more than a few
Express appreciation without further adieu

Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011
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