When I was little and dreamed of being a teacher,
Playing school in my bedroom,
With a chalkboard hanging on the back of my door,
My school supplies never included
My stuffed animals never hid for shelter
in the corner of the room
while we waited in silence.
I thought about stickers and stamps
Not how I would stop their bleeding.
I could never have imagined back in 1985
What teaching in 2020 means.
Sometimes I wish I had envisioned a different life,
a different calling.
This one can break your heart in so many ways
that little me never pictured
playing school in my bedroom,
When I dreamed of being a teacher.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski