Teacher

I get up every day for my kids, my twenty-five kids. 

I get up to see their ah-has! Their lightbulb.

I get up to protect them and provide for them, when they have to protect and provide for their siblings. 

I get up because we're making green eggs and ham today and even though I'm sick I go to school because I told them we're making green eggs and ham today.

I get up because I get to answer their purest questions, develop their minds as they develop my heart.

I get up because I love them and sometimes I am all they have.

I get up every day for my kids, my twenty-five kids.

 

Love,

Miss Bluhm

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