I may be good at spelling
or teaching math
or making plans
but what I’m really best at doing
is tying shoelaces.
What do twenty forlorn faces want
with my knowledge of homonyms,
presidents, and bacteria,
at recess when their laces
come undone?
Who is more a hero
in the middle of a game of tag
than the only one in the bunch
who can solve the threat
of trips and scrapes?
My nimble hands and bended knee
are wasted in the grown-up world-
I’m never more useful or more valued
than when stooping low
to tie a child’s shoes.
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As a former preschool teacher of 3 and 4 year olds (and mom of 5) I totally have to agree with this!! I love it!
Sweet, Charlotte. Well put.
So precious!!
fantastic poem!
Brilliant! That’s humility. 🙂