Teacher O’ Teacher, a poem in dedication to the struggling child in school
I had written this quite sometime ago when my daughter was having a hard time in school in dedication to the struggling child in school. With the grace of God, a dedicated principal & headmistress and some very caring teachers she settled down.
Teacher O’ Teacher
You stride into class, on the first day of school,
Looking so tall, keeping your cool.
What the year has in store for us, we all secretly fear,
Teacher O’ Teacher, You are always so dear.
We feel our parents have left us high and dry,
Perhaps Teacher O’ Teacher that is why we cry.
Soon the sun will shine, we know the school has clay,
Teacher O’ Teacher, hold our hands and say “Lets us Play”.
As you try so hard to teach us, a needle in hay,
We seem not to listen through out the day,
We stumble & tumble making mistakes all the way,
Teacher O’ Teacher,that bear hug could just save the day.
Of course we want to study and do well.
We surely know that all does not come from a wishing well.
Our efforts may seem too careless to tell,
Perhaps Teacher O’ Teacher we were just unwell.
Our writing is a scrawl, our spellings taking a fall.
Our craft too ugly for the classroom wall.
Always too slow, who is going to wait,
Teacher O’ Teacher perhaps it is our drawings that are just great.
Mental Math Mayhem, our English a dare,
And with EVS, we just do not seem to care
Becoming a doctor, engineer an impossible task,
Teacher O’ Teacher, don’t forget we are just learning to eat fast.
Our school always to us so dear,
Hoping our weakness will always be cleared
That constant attention we always seemed to demand in kind
Teacher O’ Teacher we just did not want to be left behind
A little push, a little encouragement and a little love,
The good marks we would get without a shove,
It is only later we realize your efforts were not in vain,
Teacher O’ Teacher we did not mean to be such a pain.
As we grow up and the years go by,
We will do what we have been taught without a cry.
Our duty to assist the weak, to guide the strong, to be always true,
How much we do, Teacher O’ Teacher, depends on you.
Author : Zarir Karbhari – Excerpts from blasts from the past.