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 is 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 near.
Welcome to my blog, a vibrant sense of poetry and prose, where the personal intertwines with the universal. Here, you’ll find a collection of reflections that capture the essence of my experiences, as well as the stories and emotions of those around me. My writing is not solely a mirror of my own life; rather, it is a lens through which I observe the world drawing inspiration from the people I encounter, the moments I witness, and the events that shape our collective existence.
May 13, 2020
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