See Me Read…
Look at me,
See me read.
Aren’t you proud?
Say it LOUD!!
When I grow up,
Who knows what I’ll be…
But reading opens doors, you see…
So glad that you’re helping me,
I’m trying hard…
Can you see?
Maybe someday, I’ll go to
College or University…
Maybe I’ll even earn a P.H.D!!!
Like climbing Mount Everest,
That’s quite a feat!
Take a bow…
In the NOW!!!
(Last year at Christmas, I wrote this poem and put it in the card of a kind teacher who was helping my son to read through a literacy empowerment program)
It goes without saying that our teachers are charged with a very important job. Molding our children’s lives like clay. We can only hope that our awesome teachers continue to work in this field.
As a child, I was fond of quite a few teachers. Those who showed unwavering patience and tolerance. And kindness, mixed with some humor for good measure.
Those who love to teach and that glimmer and enthusiasm is ever present.
For those teachers who wonder why they keep teaching when hope fades, please, think of the children that are our future!
