A Teachers Purpose

T’was the night before school resumed and all was right. 

Papers were printed, lunch was packed, but sleep, she did fight. 

An anxious teacher laid eyes wide open in her bed. 

“What is my purpose” she softly said.

To educate the whole child, and mold little minds.

To teach them to open their hearts and be kind.

To show them that they’re more than their environment.

To keep them safe and away from violence.

To teach them to stand with love and denounce hate.

And that whenever they need a hug you’re a classroom away.

That teacher remembering these things felt less stressed.

She set her early alarm and got some rest.