I’m not just a teacher,
I’m also other
things.
Not least, a story teller,
When books to life I bring
Always, I’m a reporter,
Keeping a journal for the year.
And a photographer who captures
On film, their laughter and tears
I’m a doctor who detects,
When a child is feeling sick
Sometimes, a psychic, who knows
Someone's up to a trick.
Often, I’m a
decorator,
With pictures to fill every wall.
Then, I’m a fitness instructor,
Showing them how to stand tall.
For times when they stray from values
Like a preacher, I frown.
When they’re sad, to cheer them
I act like a clown.
I’m a policeman, now and then
As the playground I’m patrolling.
When they fuss with their food
I’m their dietitian, gently cajoling.
Some days, I’m a confidante,
Who keeps their secrets close.
Or a detective, solving mysteries
As their antics I expose.
If you say, I’m only a teacher,
It’s only 'cause you don’t know
How when I’m with children,
I’m always so much more.
