In the halls of laughter, where lessons unfold,
There stood dear Wilson, with a heart made of gold.
A spark of mischief, a wink in her eye,
Encouraging whispers, “Come on, let’s try!”
With every “just maybe,” she opened the door,
To conversations unfiltered, to laughter galore.
Inappropriate jests that danced on the line,
In a world full of chaos, she made it divine.
Through the trials of teaching, when shadows would loom,
Wilson was there, bringing light to the gloom.
From the very beginning, a guide through the fray,
Her presence a comfort, come what may.
When the weight of the world felt too heavy to bear,
She offered a shoulder, a moment to share.
With stories that sparkled, and laughter that soared,
In the sanctuary of friendship, our spirits restored.
Oh, the memories linger, like echoes in air,
Of moments together, of joy and of care.
Through struggles we weathered, and victories sweet,
With Wilson beside us, life felt more complete.
So here’s to the friend who stood steadfast and true,
To the mischief and laughter, and the love that we grew.
In the tapestry woven of teaching and tears,
Wilson, dear friend, you’ve brightened our years.
Natalie
15th December 2024
