A Calling
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 weaves magic 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!