A Teacher's Day
This is my job, changing young minds;
showing them the route to numbers and rhymes,
giving them knowledge of a brand new day,
and how to kindly have their say.
I had no idea where the road would lead
when I was testing to see if she could read.
I can remember way back when
some of the things I thought had to be a sin.
A week into school I am sure I knew her plan,
But I was still on square one saying, "I just don't understand."
I knew my day would be a mess
when she ripped my paper and lost the test,
Yelled at Johnny and calling him a name,
telling Mary the way she looked was a pitfall shame.
What had I done? Is this what I deserve?
An eight year old to wreck my nerves,
And tell me "so" and you ain't my boss."
She was fighting back at any cost.
This child here I was suppose to teach,
but where I was standing she was impossible to reach.
I prayed for the day to quickly end,
for the thoughtsI had I can't defend.
Thinking that there was still a chance,
I turned to see her doing a dirty dance.
My eyes filled with tears and a visible sorrow,
At the frightening thought , that there was always tomorrow.
Copyright © Betty Anderson | Year Posted 2007
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