I am a teacher.
I greet teenagers each morning with sleep in their eyes.
With hope, encouraging words and accomplishments, their faces rise.
I listen to questions, concerns and thoughts that cross each mind.
They look ahead, forward, onward and upward to seek and to find.
Watching the adults carefully for moments to ask their whys,
I answer questions after showing compassion and not with sighs.
They seek to find the answers that seem to fit,
Their hopes, dreams, and aspirations that never quit.
I hear and see their perseverance through all their tries,
As they look for acceptance which never dies.
I am a teacher.