T Minus 15 by Tara Temprano
- 23 hours ago
- 2 min read
Far, far away
in a state known as Florida
a teacher, curly hair coiffed
and an unforgettable smile, waved goodbye to thousands of American students
poised in classrooms
where television wheels squeaked
as they rolled in
so we could “experience history.”
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I averted my eyes
from the silly boys
with strawberry red cheeks
laughing at the dissonant noise
and folded my hands
on my wooden desk, its angled flip-top lid slanted at the perfect 45-degree angle so my notes could nestle inside.
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All it took to quiet the students - her students a sound we never intended to hear.
A cloud of fire and smoke
we can still smell.
A sadness of colossal magnitude
creating a shadow of darkness
for a mission with so much promise
a space legacy tarnished
as the prince of Camelot, wept alongside a nation inspired by a science teacher
whose gift to the world
became her work ethic
and the memories she left behind
inscribed in the scrolls of history.
Being remembered for a tragedy
freezes the time in a capsule of sadness.

Tara Temprano was raised in the suburbs of New Jersey by a Spanish-American father and Italian American mother. Both encouraged her in different ways. Her mother nurtured her love of reading and writing early on, and this led her to discover that poetry and books could sometimes say things we cannot. Her father's protective nature and gentle parenting style allowed her to understand the psyche of the masculine. Notebooks became her refuge, offering solace during both turbulent and joyful times, leading her to embrace the written word. She became an educator, imparting this knowledge to hundreds of students in her hometown of Hawthorne, NJ.




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