Teachers

Sometimes i get it backwards -
I think that I am here only to teach
and my students only to learn.
And one of them touches my heart,
teaching me with innocence,
with candor, with perseverance,
with simple I-accept-what-you’re-
telling-me-because-I-trust-you
faith.
And I am reminded
that we do not choose our teachers
nor our lessons
in life.
They are gifts, nearly always
freely given.
And sometimes they have
a child’s eyes.
And sometimes they forget
their pencils.
And sometimes I remember
they are no different than me -
just younger.

judith ann hillard
12 april 1991