Hallway Heroes

With gentle words and steady hands her work is filled with love She meets the tasks her role commands then soars so far above With rows of little desks and seats and number charts displayed Each morning, with a smile, she greets her class of second-grade Her walls adorned with works of art to boost her student's pride She navigates each youthful heart with kindness in her stride She shapes young minds like gentle streams with lesson plans laid well Encouraging their goals and dreams so they feel proud to tell She walks the line of soft and firm and always lends her ear The bonds instilled outlast each term her promises, sincere She plants the seeds from in her room and sparks the thoughts that soar And when we watch our children bloom It's her, we're thankful for This praise stems from a heart that knows with witnessed truths compiled Among those tiny desks in rows of students, sits my child My little girl began the year consumed in her self-doubt With pain behind each hidden tear that surfaced and poured out This teacher came to quickly see and even quicker, act She made it her priority to fully grasp each fact She built her up and gained her trust that shell began to crack Then, from each crack, it turned to dust her confidence came back She stood a source of hope and light determined to revive Reminded her she's rare and bright I watched my daughter thrive The heroes walking in school halls, are saving ones they teach The depth of thanks for which this calls mere words could never reach