To My Teacher
A substitute for working moms,
she comforts, pampers, soothes and calms.
With all the love she has to share,
She’s great to have when mom’s not there.
She loves to rock a fussy child,
corrects the one who gets too wild.
She hears her share of tearful pleas,
and comforts those with skinned up knees.
With little children she plays a peek,
for bigger ones it’s hide-and-seek.
She is an expert at each game,
but somehow loses just the same
She helps them learn the alphabet,
and gives them hugs when they’re upset.
She is a true and trusted friend,
who helps them learn and play pretend.
Although she’s paid, it’s plain to see,
She serves them with a love that’s free.
On Being a Teacher
A careful teacher I want to be
A little girl follows me
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she’ll go the selfsame way
I cannot escape her eyes;
Whatever she sees me do, she tries;
Like me she says she’s going to be
The little girl who follows me.
She thinks that I am good and fine
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see
The little girl who follow me.
I must remember as I go
Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,
I am building, for the years that be,
For that little girl who follow me.
