Teachers Are the Sculptors of Young Lives
Teachers are the sculptors of young lives.
How fortunate our child was shaped by you!
A year in your class taught him how to study,
No longer lost in thoughts that he finds new,
Knowing now the paths each thought derives.
Your love and strong solicitude embody
Other virtues our child has tried on, too.
Under your good guidance hope survives.
Teachers Flow like Mountain Streams
Teachers flow like mountain streams
High up through ice and snow,
And bring their learning down to earth
Not far from what we know.
Knowledge you have pure and cold,
Yet one thing, naturally,
Of all you know I value most:
Understanding me.
Thank You for Being Such a Good Friend
Thank you for being such a good friend.
How you put up with me I'll never know:
An awfully big heart and a fuse that is slow?
Nothing I broke was too shattered to mend.
Kids know good teachers by the stars in their eyes.
You had those stars by the dozens and more.
Open your heart and you open a door.
Under your love are my free, clear blue skies.
Thank You for Opening a Door for Me
Thank you for opening a door for me,
Having the desire to share your joy.
A teacher gives much more than thought and skill,
Nor is her heart the least she might employ,
Knowing well the rules of ecstasy.
You are yourself the lesson we deploy,
Owning all the passion of your will,
Unraveling in ourselves your mystery.
You're the Person That I Most Admire
You're the person that I most admire,
The person that I most would like to be.
Your friendship, like a torch, has lit a fire
Deep within the cave where I am me.
Because of you, I want to be a teacher,
Touching someone's life as you've touched mine.
And when I'm you I'll know just how to reach her,
Giving her the faith that she can shine.
Though you now must leave, and we must part,
A little piece of you remains behind,
Held with gratitude within my heart,
A portrait of a lady good and kind.
You will be part of everything I do;
When I need strength, I'll look inside for you.