Teacher Reflection

A Poem by Amanda Renee

Short poem about teaching

Teacher Reflection

I stay here and help you go there…

And after 17 years, in the same place,

I stay, and I watch you go…

And you are running around in the U.S. Open,

And playing guitar to open a sports game,

And speaking on open mikes,

And raising your kids,

And working in a hospital,

And completing internships,

And, and And and And and And and again…

And the smiles when I see you,

Lets me know it was all worth it.

© 2023 Amanda Renee

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Gee

Must be so rewarding, better than nannying whining bricklayers and carpenters who moan about everything and anything as they earn £1500+ per week...tis a hard life. eh !

Posted 2 Years Ago

Julie McCarthy (juliesp..

Love this
I take it you are a teacher
A guess ?
I had a favourite teacher in fifth and sixth grade primary
Mrs Dickinson
She was about 60 plus and must of had a soft spot for me dunno why
Now In my Facebook reunion school site they all say they hated her !
Dunno why. She was the best !

Posted 2 Years Ago

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jacob erin-cilberto

I have taught for 32 years and this poem really hits home...I also had a lay teacher at Holy Spirit grade school in the Bronx who wrote me postcards until she died. This was after I moved to Illinois.
She was tough on me in second grade; I thought she hated me...then she kept writing me after I moved away. I am still grateful for all I learned from her.
And one of my students from 7 years ago actually became a nurse and was my main nurse in Jan. when I had my triple bypass.
Thanks for this poem,
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Chris Shaw

Such a rewarding career. You pave the way for the future of your students. I remember well, many of my teachers with fondness. Very well conveyed Amanda.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago

Vol

Ah, Amanda!
Perfectly said, and ain't it the truth! And it gets better every year... Or used to, I wonder about the future with all the cultural trash distracting you from the real job of teaching them skills and how to think for themselves. I still have contact with my babies from 1973, through 2011, when I retired. I would still be there, if the government had not violated my ethics.
Vol