A Teacher’s Heart, A Mother’s Soul-First Class Room

No polished desk, no ringing bell,

Just morning light where stories dwell.

A mother’s arms, the first embrace,

The gentle rhythm of her grace.

She teaches patience, soft and slow,

The quiet truths that children know.

Before the books, before the name,

She lights the spirit’s inner flame.

Her tender gaze, a guiding star,

Revealing who they truly are.

From whispered songs to silent fears,

She wipes away unbidden tears.

The art of sharing, how to mend,

The steadfast heart, the loyal friend.

Her kitchen floor, a canvas wide,

Where worlds are built and dreams reside.

She plants the seeds of what will be

In every touch — for all to see.

A garden of growth, within her care,

Blossoming beauty, everywhere.

When you drank from my breast, dear child,

I feared — would poison, even mild,

Pass into you without a trace,

And harm the soul I longed to grace?

Such is the weight a mother bears —

In every drop, both love and cares.

She feeds with hope and guards with doubt,

While slowly learning life throughout.

Each breath a prayer, each beat a plea,

For a future wild and wonderfully free.

Then steps she forth, with seasoned hand,

To guide young minds across the land —

Through letters, numbers, distant stars,

Beyond her home’s familiar bars.

With steady voice and knowing smile,

She walks beside them, mile by mile.

She sees in each a world unknown,

A fragile truth to shape and own.

From curious whisper to bold design,

She nurtures every seedling sign.

For in her eyes, a mother’s gleam

Still mirrors back each fragile dream.

She brings the lessons life has taught,

With battles faced and peace well-fought.

A teacher’s heart, a mother’s soul,

Making every broken whole.

The world, indeed, is brighter shown

By seeds of kindness she has sown.

Her wisdom flows, a gentle stream,

Fulfilling childhood's earnest dream.

For every teacher, like a mother,

Guides each child as sister, brother.

With gentle hands and watchful eyes,

She lifts them up so they may rise.

No bond of blood, yet still she cares —

In every lesson, love is there.

More cautious still, she stands above,

To teach with wisdom, lead with love.

She builds the bridges, strong and true,

For young imaginations to journey through.

For every teacher, like a guide,

Walks with the future by her side.

Not just to teach, but to ignite

The human soul, to set it right.

With care she shapes both mind and heart 

A wiser world, her truest art.

A good teacher, strong and wise,

Builds tomorrow through children’s eyes.

Her legacy lives, in spirits bright,

Leading humanity towards the light.