When you thought I wasn’t looking, you displayed my first report, and I wanted to do another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you gave me a sticker, and I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you put your arm around me, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt-but that it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking-I looked...and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn’t looking
By Mary Rita Schilke Korzang
2 comments:
So beautiful, Ant Célia! Thanks for the good emotions this poem (Is it a poem?) brought to me! I bet you thought I wasn't looking! Kiss
Yes, about "Teachers".No, I didn't.I know you are there. It's like " Big brother is watching you" : )
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