She teaches in the hall.She teaches in the hall.There you will find her changing "git"to "get"Pulling up pants and pulling down skirtsSharing a word of encouragementScolding without words, just furrowedeyebrows.She wears her emotions on her dainty sleeve.Her heart on display that you may neverquestion her motivesShe smiles when you cry and cries whenyou smileA help to whomever whenever.She is a mother.In her womb have winged creatures beenconceivedSome still being groomed, others conceivingShe holds on while they realize their wingsShe lets go to prove they can fly.She puts all of herself in all that she doesWhen no one is looking.She is extravagantly humbleShe is ferociously kindShe is loved beyond measureShe is Teacher and she teaches in the hall.Janiece Little, 2010