At kindergarten, teacher becomes a substitute for mother. The teacher takes care of the students and treats them as her own children. When they grow older, teacher assumes the role of an instructor, who guides his/her students to become a good person and instills moral thoughts in them. When the students are capable to stand on their own feet, the mentor assists them to reach all the milestones and accomplish all the goals set for life. During the formative years of life, teacher showers immense love and affection upon his/her students, in return of which he/she expects nothing but appreciation. Teacher's Day is a wonderful occasion to reciprocate the love and affection shown to you, by your teacher. Go through the following lines to check out few love poems for teacher.
Teachers' Love Poems
A Loving Teacher
Things our grown-up mind defies
Appear as giants in children's eyes.
A gentle touch upon her head
A simple word when kindly said.
Complete attention when she calls.
Her knowing you have given all.
Correcting in a loving way.
Instilling trust in what you say.
Making her believe unique
The tiny flaw upon her cheek.
Admiring old and faded dresses.
Reminding her we all make messes.
Words of comfort you've softly spoken
A promise you've made she knows won't be broken.
Your knowing her doll that was lost today
Is just as important as bills you can't pay.
Helping make her plans and schemes
Giving her hope and building her dreams.
All of this and so much more
Is in her mind forever stored.
They who touch her life awhile
Can either make or break that child.
education is important, true,
But so much more, her faith in you.
You've weathered through the storm and strife;
You helped to build a small girl's life.
You're truly one to be admired.
For you gave more than was required.
- Pat McClain
Why I Went To The Foot
Why I went to the foot?
Was ever a maiden so worried?
I'll admit I am partial to Jim,
For Jimmie has promised to wed me
When I'm old enough to wed him.
But then I love teacher, too, dearly,
She's always so lovely to me,
And she's pretty and kind and sweet-tempered,
And gentle as gentle can be.
I wouldn't for worlds hurt Jim's feelings,
For he never would like me again-
But there was my dearest, sweet teacher,
And I'd die if my words gave her pain.
"Two plus two equals what?" was the problem.
And I knew teacher thought it made "four";
But Jimmie said "six," and maintained it
As long as he stood on the floor.
And I saw I must soon choose between them,
For I was the next in the line.
Should I side with my teacher or Jimmie?
What a sad situation was mine!
And just as my heart with that problem
Of friendship was so sorely vexed
I was called on to answer the other,
For teacher had said, sharply, "Next!"
It was then that the brilliant thought struck me,
That by compromise I could contrive
To hurt neither teacher nor Jimmie,
And that's how I came to say "five."
- ellis Parker Butler