Teaching Teddy Bears
First, I asked for an easel,
and then I set it up,
right next to the tv set--
with the bunny-eared
antenna.
Santa brought
me other things--
a small ironing board,
and an iron.
A small doll with clothes.
Things that cost--
but were not dear to me.
I ran upstairs,
and snagged my teddy bears,
my bunny,
my kittens,
an old doll or two.
I propped them up
on the couch.
I grabbed the chalk,
white and pink
and green and orange,
with that horrible chalky
smell.
I didn't care.
I was the teacher
and I had an audience,
God knows what I taught
my imagined pupils.
The cat, by then,
was long gone.
But I blathered on
anyhow--
that was what I imagined
from my own life in school--
that teachers should do!
And now,
each day,
as I swing wide my own
very real
classroom door--
classroom door--
they are my teachers!
We laugh,
we learn--we forge ahead,
a lifetime
of learning--
every day a new journey,
inspired by my
classroom
kids!
Slice of Life Challenge:
For the month of March, I'm participating in a daily writing challenge, blogging, and posting, and reading other teachers' blogs. This challenge was started by two writing teachers, and can be found at their blog each day: www.twowritingteachers.wordpress.com. Feel free to join me! It's a great way to keep story threading throughout your brain each day.
4 comments:
I can paint a picture clearly in my head of a little girl teaching to the teddy bears and other assorted animals. Teaching is a dream come true for you!
What a wonderful slice! I was reminded of doing the same thing with my dolls and stuffed animals, too! Thank you for sharing!
For me it was a row of cabbage patch kids and I would read books to them. The life of a teacher starts young!
The life of a teacher sure does start young! And now, I can't imagine having enjoyed a better life!
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