Who came in
Ten minutes late to first period
Because your car
Broke down. Whose lesson plan is a last minute mess because
You recently found out your husband is cheating.
Because you had to juggle taking care of your own children and coming up
With new ways to teach someone else's.
To the teacher who is tired
Of it all.
Of the low pay and the crazy hours
Of staying up late grading papers, and waking up at the crack of dawn
So you can come in early and prepare for the day.
Then, the kids file in
And after all that hard work and those sleepless nights by your desk
They are uninterested.
They chatter and gossip and look the other way
And one even has the nerve to say;
"Are you done yet?"
And you can't think of anything to say to
That one student's lip-glossed smile.
Defeated, you give up
And slump back into your chair,
Entirely disheveled. Hair a mess,
And wearing two left-shoes.
It's the end of the day and all you want to do is
Put your head in your hands and cry.
To that teacher
You are strong, you are inspiring,
make a difference.
And one thing I've always wanted to say
Is thank you.