as I sat naive and naughty
in my ironed uniform
that I would stand on the other side of the road?
Who knew as I crammed
stuff in my brain
even as teachers admonished me severely
that I would be for once on the reprimanding side?
Today, as I step into teacher's shoes
a sudden unconditional responsibility
racks my mind, soul and conscience.
What was history yesterday is fact today.
Even as I warm up to the anctics of little ones, I am reminded of my own little past- the scampering feet of friends so sweet.
What has gone will come back no more
but I can still retain the aroma of
beautiful memories gone by
and pursue a precious present here to stay
of learning,
of teaching,
of transforming school reflections
into a heartfelt haven of love.
One Single Impression: Prompt: MISS (LONG FOR)
