This is for
the ones who struggle,
but they
still rise up.
This is for
the ones who don’t have pretty new school clothes to wear,
but they
wear the biggest smiles.
This is for
the ones who come with nothing to eat,
but they
show up eager to learn.
This is for
the ones who never got put to bed,
but still
they come and try their best.
This is for
the little babies who get put on a bus without a hug or a kind word to send
them off,
And still
they come, and so happy to see us.
This is for
the ones who may never learn the way they are “supposed to”,
and still
they work and work and work, because they want to make us proud.
This is for
all of those who struggle,
but somehow they
find the strength and courage to rise up anyway.
This is from
the teachers who cannot even begin to understand
or know
where and what you are coming from,
But even so
we know you and we watch you and we stand in awe of you
and we thank
you for rising up.
Each and
every day you make us proud.
You make us
who we are.
All you
little ones who get off of that bus and you rise up anyway.