Sometimes I think of my students,
The echo of my voice projecting in variations,
The serenity and silence filled,
When I teach,
When they burst into laughter,
Smiles and cries filling the air
I am fascinated by their existence
Their inquisitive nature
When they ask none but all questions,
When they would not stop
When they would go on and on
Until they got what they wanted.
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Sometimes I think of my students,
In the middle of a meal,
Then I remember,
The beautiful smiles,
The zeal and determination marked on their faces.
When they are attentive,
But in their thoughts,
Maybe, just maybe thinking of what to munch for break.
I think of when we play games,
And run across the playground
How my anxiety, panic attacks, and restlessness,
Magically find their way down the drain.
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Sometimes I think of my students,
Their soprano and bass voices,
Their muteness and their noises,
Their joys and sorrows,
That we cherish and share.
I remember how tender they were,
A few years back,
And how courageous they have become,
Send chills down my spine!
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Sometimes I think of my students,
Each embedding a uniqueness,
Standing out in all ways,
Describing the gems and rubies they are.
I wonder about them,
Their goals and ambitions,
Their missions and visions,
And I find myself kneeling,
Praying that the Almighty answers,
Answer all their prayers.
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Sometimes I think of my students,
And I tend to fall in love more,
Trust more,
Treasure more,
And appreciate each blessing abundantly.
All I see in them is success,
holding them,
Hugging
And kissing them.
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Sometimes I think of my students,
And I find myself in awe
My Lord!
These angels are gems,
Thank you
for bringing them to me.
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