Her name tells of how it was with her,
The truth was that she loved to be with children.
Everyone knew she would let the children
show the way…
Deciding to do a dinosaur museum,
Creating poetry performances and plays,
Writing skits for Reader’s Theater,
And basking in their parents’ praises
during portfolio celebrations.
She looked forward to the summers
with mixed emotions,
Hating to watch the children leave
on the last day,
Brushing tears from her cheeks as
she said goodbye.
But in September she again felt
the quiet excitement
And told us it was fine for her
that way
Each year a new family to nurture
Each year watching the children learn
and grow in wonder…
Her name was Teacher.
A poem using the scaffold of a Cree Indian naming poem, “Quiet Until the Thaw.”
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