I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
I bring a whisper.
Can you hear the poem in it?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will you tell me what you think,
Or show me how?
Will you teach me answers,
Or the symmetry of a question well composed?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will learning be only about doing things right,
Or about doing the right thing?
A thing of joy,
Or of duty?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Which will matter most to you,
My soul,
Or my grade?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Can you teach me to chart my journey,
Or must you use a standard measure
To place me always
In the shadow of others?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
Will I go away from you ascending my
strengths,
Or hobbled by my weaknesses?
I am a child.
I come to you, a teacher.
I bring you all I am,
All I can become.
Do you understand the trust.
My hope and dreams of a teacher...I hope I understand the trust...
