You held our hand and treated us like our mothers',
You gave us knowledge, life skills, confidence and pride,
You made us happy and throughout the year spent with you became a memory,
Your likes, your dislikes,
Your anger, your love,
I want it all forever,
I want it all FOREVER..

You keep us before your children,
you are the greatest mother,
teaching many kids each year,
you might forget their names but they can't forget you.

You are disrespected by students,
you handle it all,
you understand that they are at young side,
and you think a cure for them.

Teacher's day is a day of celebration,
where your beloved students celebrate your profession,
Though you teach same chapters each year, you always releaize that their are students who care for you.

To whom you have taught, and to whom you are going to teach are blessed,
All those are waiting and eager to meet you,
They all are well dressed for you.

We hear that our mother's are our first teachers, but why do we forget that are teachers are like our second mothers.

~Shayna Writes
© shayna writes

A gift for all the teachers I ever met.