A new class, new young faces
Smiles, apprehension, a fresh start.
Destined to steal the teacher’s heart.
A gardener with the seedling in soil.
Nurturing, coaching them all,
To play the game of school.
How can students and parents know?
How can they imagine?
Such a multiplicity of transient thoughts
That define the daily craft.
The weary sharing of fragments of love,
With every emerging young soul.
From reminders of assignments
To courtesy and compliments,
The language of love.
Love for every student grows.
Any teacher knows,
As the labor of love flows.
Tenatious tentacles of trust.
Are thrust like cognitive dust
Across mellow moments of eternity.
Preaching, reaching for their best.
Molding memorable moments
With honor and humor.
And at the year’s end,
That love bonded in the classroom
Is bound in the memoirs
of the teacher’s heart.
Students move on, life goes on,
But the love is not gone.
For every student pulls a teacher’s heartstring,
In a melody of memory forever.
And at the finale of a teacher’s career,
The heart is overwhelmed,
With a symphony of reverberations.
Years of young visual echoes.
Talents tapped, Gifts unwrapped,
Images of youth overlapped.
Launched in life’s start
Yet never to depart.
The love for each student Always in a Teacher’s Heart.