Patricia the Teacher
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Written 5th June 2025 - For my dear friend Patricia
For my friend Patricia who followed her dream, and became the teacher she was meant to have been.
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When I was a little girl, long ago
Uncle John bought me a box of chalks
A blackboard too, a dream coming true
The teacher in me was being born.
I played teacher, the pupils my toys
Hour after hour and day after day
Those moments I will never forget
Of when the teacher in me was made.
I became a teacher, lived the dream
Wonderful, golden days of my life
Found it rewarding in many ways
No two school days were ever the same.
I enjoyed teaching from first day to last
Helping students on their way to success
Making many precious memories
Souvenirs made with pride and pure joys.
I praise the day I got that box of chalks
From uncle John, dearly loved of course.
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Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2025
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