Piecing It All Together

I have been going back and forth on what to write for my final reflection. There is so much that I have gained from this experience: new ways of thinking, new methods for the classroom, new friendships that I cherish, and a new outlook on myself as a writer. I decided that the best way for me to celebrate my new identity as a writer and to describe my experience in SI was to write through it in a poem since poetry is the scariest kind of writing for me. So, without further ado: here is my reflection on SI, here is my attempt at poetry, and here is my new identity as a writer.

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The Story of a Quilt

We came as separate pieces of fabric.

Unique in color and unique in shape.

Squares of silk, slips of yellow, yards of blue cotton.

Slowly we pieced ourselves together

and beautiful patterns began to emerge.

Rings of green, stars of white, kaleidoscopes of color.

The threads of our discussion became the knots

That tied our stories together to become one.  

And with every stitch, that story became stronger.

A story that tells of a community willing to grow

A story that shows how love and learning can be one.

A story that was written with a fellowship of voices.

The story of our time together.