Teaching through Zoom

The morning sun begins to shine

Time to get our computers online

For there are students to engage and greet

Even though in person we can't meet

We wonder how many students to anticipate

and how we will get them to participate

The once joyful noise of kids coming into the room

Is now a doorbell ding alerting they're on Zoom

As we peer into the camera and smile bright

We pray they are all healthy and doing all right

We encourage them to show their beautiful faces

Respectful and humbled to be in their personal spaces

A quick hello, Zoom norms, and we are ready to begin

This is the journey of online learning once again

Scavenger hunts, a lesson on fractions and taking it times two

Apply this at home by doubling a recipe and make something new

Time to head to a breakout room for a small group chat

Beaming around to help make sense of this and of that

A cascade of voices talking over the other or not all

Wondering about those who did not make it on the call

We listen to their heart and work to engage their mind

Hoping they are learning how to be resilient and be kind

Praying love and grace through the screen can reach

Knowing it's hard for families to work and teach

We do not want students to merely survive this year

We want them to flourish and overcome fear

As we plan, design, connect, share and create

This is a new world together we must navigate

Parents take a deep breath, keep striving, and know

Teachers are giving their very best to help your kids grow

Teachers thank you for doing amazing things each and every day

We are grateful to you for leading our future through Zoom today

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