SUSAN
What would we do without Susan?
We’d probably be taking a bruisin’ —
The student unrestedness,
The ways they’d have tested us —
Not quite the life of our choosin’
She hails from up north in Canada
Cool country — much less insanita —
Less stress, we hear
Than places down here
Like New York and LA and Atlanata
On our campus, Susan’s the mother
Over our acres she’ll hover —
With what is she dealing?
Fine levels of feeling —
It’s hard to imagine another
She’s here with the hugest of hearts
When dealing with pierced body parts
With tact and with grace
She covers this place
With compassion that tops all the charts
She’s constantly on the alert
For the unshaven face, the short skirt,
For the door that is propped,
The RC that’s stopped —
For dangers she’d like to avert
This enlightened of all student deans
Has a sweet understanding of teens —
Their hormones, their cell phones,
Their time zones, their gemstones
And all the betwixts and betweens
Invincibly sweet and serene
She hears their concerns with cuisine
The gentlest guide,
She turns them inside
And makes sure they’re on the routine
What other counterpart deans
Are keeping an eye out for jeans?
Whatever the hour
She’s purpose, she’s power,
She’s compassion, and all that that means
She’s ever vivacious and youthful
Ever speak-the-sweet-truthful
If birds of her feather
Are flocking together
We hope that she has a whole roof-ful
She’s nourishment, strength, and support
Both on and away from the court
Her enlightened attention
Exceeds comprehension —
We’re happy she’s captured our fort
She married a man name of Runk
Vibrant of voice — and a hunk
A conveyor of kings —
And the snacks that he brings!
And humor — he came with a chunk
Now Runk is a colorful character
And smart — he married and barracked her
What can we say?
Runk’s done OK —
He did something awesome to merit her
She’s here with the hugest of hearts
And sensitivity, sweetness, and smarts
May her work be a breeze
Of delight and of ease —
And we hope that she never departs
May 10, 2006