<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><a href="https://allpoetry.com/poem/13533774-To-You-Im-Just-a-Teacher-by-Jess2impress" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 24pt; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: rgb(141, 56, 0); text-decoration: none;">To You I'm Just a Teacher</span></a><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(20, 24, 35);">Author unknown<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(20, 24, 35);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(20, 24, 35);">His mother hits too hard, Her father left for good.<br>Never knowing the love, that every child should.<br>So my classroom is the only love that they may ever see.<br>Now my job is to give them, all the things they need from both them and me.<br>Harder each day, so many objectives and not enough time.<br>So the strugglers keep struggling, and keep falling behind.<br>Each day ended is another day spent asking if I did enough?<br>Enough practice, enough fun, enough kindness, enough love.<br>You see, you think my job is just teaching. <br>But you don’t see the daily goals that these children keep reaching.<br>That wouldn’t happen without passion, that wouldn’t happen without more.<br>It wouldn’t happen without me pushing, encouraging and engaging, right when they walk through the door.<br>To me, these kids aren’t just numbers, statistics and scores on a test.<br>They are incredible. They are kind. They are simply the best.<br>So to you I’m just a teacher, and that’s where it ends.<br>But to them I’m a hand holder, a tear wiper, a goal inspirer, helping each child’s dreams begin.<br>I wouldn’t trade it for the world, the exhaustion, the over work and the under pay.<br>Because I’m exactly where I’m needed and I’m needed each day.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br></div><div>—————————————————</div><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. Stolworthy</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>