The First Day of
School
by Russ Walsh
by Russ Walsh
Today, dear teacher, I deliver to you
my heart, my life, my son.
He’s not perfect:my heart, my life, my son.
One day he’s noisy,
Next day he’s careless,
Next day he’s both.
Treat him kindly;
Guide his growth.
I assure you, dear teacher,
you’ll
learn his name quickly.He has his opinions.
He speaks them loudly
Displays them proudly,
So sure he’s right.
Respect
his feelings:Harsh words can bite.
I should warn you dear teacher,
he has no
patience for seatwork.But he’s not lazy,
Just likes to ponder,
And let his mind wander
In every which way direction.
Value his thinking;
Allow reflection.
Today dear teacher, I deliver to you
my heart, my life, my son.
my heart, my life, my son.
I ask that you listen.
I ask that you watch.
I ask that you care.
And give
him a hug,When I’m not there.
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