My Teacher, My Hero

Venus Villacorta Navo

Rainbow in the sky
Is like our teachers eyes
Every color represents
How they handle their commitments.

I love the way they teach me,
The way they act,
The way they talk,
And most of all, the way they love us

They're our hero
Without them we’re zero
They're like our mothers,
Our fathers,
Maybe our sisters,
And  our brothers.

They give us love
And even everything they have
Without them we're empty
Like a world without beauty.

In school, they became our parents
Having them is our biggest achievement
They let us know everything
Even sometimes the lessons are hard to grasp.

Everything now, we can all manage
Because they've given us knowledge
This serves as our guide

That will lead us to our own path.

They're unique
In many ways we couldn’t imagine
So students of SJNHS let's all shout!
MY TEACHER, MY HERO!


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