|The Girl Who Wants to Be Herself (Photo furnished by Kathleen Manning Weber|
With my thick-as-a-fat-twig #2 pencil
I recorded notes, names,
and numerous infractions
in my Big Chief tablet.
write an entire page of I-must-nots,
sent him to an imaginary principal,
and implored him not to sing.
In my tenth year, I rounded up
the neighborhood kids
and played school during all of
June, July, and August.
as our classroom chalkboard, was perfect
for writing words in cursive with my yellow
over-sized chunk of teacher's chalk.
When I heard Dad coming down the walk
jingling his pocket change, I used my sleeve
to frantically erase my chalkboard
then darted off to save my seat.
controlling preschool teacher who
instilled a love of learning and
prepared students for thirty-nine years.
Now, retired, I teach my three,
tiny great-grandsons, all smart
whippersnappers who make me
proud to say, "I am a teacher."