Unrecognize

In a quiet classroom, where dreams take flight,
A teacher stands ready, from morning till night.
With passion ignited, and heart open wide,
She nurtures young minds, a steadfast guide.
Her lessons are woven with care and with grace,
Each child a bright star, she helps find their place.
With patience like rivers, she flows through the day,
Yet shadows of doubt often cloud her way.
She crafts every lesson, each word like a seed,
Watering hopes, tending to every need.
But whispers of praise seem to fade in the air,
As the world rushes by, unaware of her care.
The late nights she spends, grading papers with love,
The dreams that she nurtures, like wings of a dove.
Yet accolades elude her, like stars out of reach,
In the silence of struggle, she continues to teach.
For every small triumph, she celebrates loud,
In the eyes of her students, she’s fiercely proud.
Though recognition may falter, her spirit won’t break,
For the love of her calling, the path that she’ll take.
So, here’s to the teachers, whose efforts go unseen,
In the tapestry of learning, they weave every dream.
Though the world may not notice, their impact is clear,
In the hearts of their students, they’ll always be nearby.