In the classroom, I weave magic
pulling from their hearts, spinning their interests into what I teach
I charm the snakes, help falcons soar, remove invisible cloaks
and carve out barriers so waters of knowledge flow
Threading a connection, weaving a safe haven
dyeing their fabric into colors that spark
They bring from me - an energy
and I stitch it into their days
So they learn...
So I love...
All my ancient powers drawn out on the loom
the teacher within me
They may not notice the carpet of knowledge laid before them -
until it carries them forward
of their own little spell
For when they weave magic on their own...
I know I've taught them well.
P.S. To all my little magicians out there, I am so proud of you!