There you will find her changing "git" to "get" Pulling up pants and pulling down skirts Sharing a word of encouragement Scolding without words, just furrowed eyebrows.
She wears her emotions on her dainty sleeve.
Her heart on display that you may never question her motives She smiles when you cry and cries when you smile A help to whomever whenever.
She is a mother.
In her womb have winged creatures been conceived Some still being groomed, others conceiving She holds on while they realize their wings She lets go to prove they can fly.
She puts all of herself in all that she does When no one is looking.
She is extravagantly humble She is ferociously kind She is loved beyond measure
She is Teacher and she teaches in the hall . Janiece Little, 2010.
