HARVARD -- As Harvard pauses to reflect on the life of kindergarten teacher BarbaraAnn Gould, we note a poem titled "Unity" that Gould read to parents at open house gatherings before the incoming class began its kindergarten odyssey.

Unity

I dreamt I stood in a studio

And watched two sculptors there-

The clay they used was a child's mind and heart,

And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher, the tools she used

Were ideas, music and art.

While the parent, worked with a guiding hand,

And a gentle loving heart.

Day after day, the teacher toiled with touch

That was deft and sure

As the parent labored by her side,

And polished and smoothed it over.

And then at last, their task was done,

They were proud of what they wrought.

For the clay they had molded, became a child,

That could neither be sold nor bought.

And each agreed they would failed,

If each had worked alone.

But behind the parent, stood the school

And behind the teacher the home.

-- Author unknown