16th May, It's Teachers day

To all my teachers and those whoever has taught me to be a human being... and to myself..

*please note that I do not own this.

By Cleo V. Swarat Original poem found in "Thoughts in Poetry" self-published in 1948 I dreamed I stood in a studio And watched two sculptors there, The clay they used was a young child's mind And they fashioned it with care. One was a teacher; the tools she used were books and music and art; One was a parent with a guiding hand and a gentle loving heart. And when at last their work was done They were proud of what they had wrought For the things they had worked into the child Could never be sold or bought. And each agreed she would have failed if she had worked alone For behind the parent stood the school, and behind the teacher stood the home.