PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I wonder how in all the world

I chose this awesome profession.

See?  I teach art in Middle School.

But each class I learn the lesson.

It's the only job assuring

That I get a hug every day.

When all else fails, I just listen.

My kids lift me up from the fray.

The laughter and zest for living,

Removed the blue stains of my life.

Colors of wild composition,

Replenish me, sharpen like knives.

So many dark splotches haunt me,

From what my world was before,

That I cherish that light they give me,

And give it back doubled or more.

Red in the passion for living,

Quite blurred by the action in class,

Brown skin and white skin together,

Painting and hard work to pass.

Purple and Payne's Grey of mood swings,

Yellow like a sunshiney laughs,

Umber of bad dispositions,--

Colors overflow! It's their craft.

Children are still learning tenets,

They'll use til they grow old and grey.

Pliable, like clay, they mold me,

And take all the darkness away.

Ask me, and I'll tell you surely,

No outbursts, my answer has style.

Why do I keep teaching children?

LOVING is the art of a child.