Dear Miss Teacher

Dear Miss Teacher

I am the student who sits in the back

You won't even know I'm here

For I won't ask questions...I won't fuss

At any time this year

I apologize ahead of time

If my stomach growls a bit

It'll only happen if I'm late

And school breakfast I don't get

And I'm sorry that my clothes are stained

And torn and out of style

But if you dare to look past them

You just might see me smile

And I'm sorry that my hair is not

Fixed like the other girls

It's just that sometimes water's off

And I can't wash my curls

That bruise? Oh I fall down a lot

It's nothing really new

My Mama says I'm clumsy

And I guess it's really true

And when my Dad comes 'round at times

As he is known to do

My Mama cries a little more

And she gets clumsy too.

But Miss Teacher, I am glad to come

And see your smiling face

And when you walk right past me

Your perfume fills up the place

So I will sit here quietly

Throughout the whole school year

And unless you really look for me

You won't even know I'm here.

By Guinn Hodgson