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Teacher apprentice


A high five or a simple "good job" The kids give me a smile as big as a corn on the cob In my first grade class never a dull moment Mrs.Biggins tells me "you sure know how to own it" The stories they tell one could never guess The smallest one says he has hair on his chest I get cute drawings from all the kids Someone tells me that it was from Liz I wish I could see them go through school but I know good and well that it's against the rules The good-bye is always the hardest part but I know that they will stay in my heart
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