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The First P.F. of August

This poem was mentioned when Michelle commented on Ruth’s Post, “Be a Writer,” yesterday evening.

Miracle Workers
by Taylor Mali

Sunday nights I lie awake—
as all teachers do—
and wait for sleep to come
like the last student in my class to arrive.
My grading is done, my lesson plans are in order,
and still sleep wanders the hallways like Lower School music.
I’m a teacher. This is what I do.

Like a painter paints, or a sculptor sculpts,
a preacher preaches, and a teacher teaches.
This is what we do.
Experts in the art of explanation:
I know the difference between questions
to answer and questions to ask.

Click here to read the rest of this amazing, long poem.

Poetry Friday is being held at The Well-Read Child.

Stacey Shubitz View All

Literacy Consultant. Author. Former 4th and 5th Grade Classroom Teacher.

4 thoughts on “The First P.F. of August Leave a comment

  1. Even though I’m not teaching anymore (but I guess I’ll always be a teacher — this is what I do, after all!) I always love to read teacheresque poetry. This is a great one!

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