Dear Teacher
 

No one can hear me

Because I am so small

But boys and girls hear you

As you do your roll call

 

If things could have been different

 I would have been in your class

I would have been your helper

I’d run errands for you with a teachers pass

 

I’m the little boy

Who would sit in the desk

Second row third from the back

If only I had been born

My name would be Jimmy Jack

 

Only you and all my friends

Would call me JJ

And on every sunny day

I would beg you to let us

 Go out and play

 

But Dear Teacher

Things weren’t different

And I’m not in your class

I didn’t get to be your helper

Or carry the teachers pass

 

I’m not that little boy

I didn’t get to sit in the desk

I didn’t even get a name

Not Jimmy Jack or even JJ

And no I didn’t even get

To play just one sunny day

 
 
Written & copyrighted by Tina C. Brock - 2009
 

                                                                        





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