“She has super powers!”
“No, she don’t!” Hands reject.
“Yes.” Eyes flare. “She does.”
Hands scoff. “Prove it.”
Eyes shine bright. “Easy.”
She came in before school ever started.
Painted the classroom up real nice.
Made it bright. Made it clean and safe.
On the gray, rainy days she smiles and hugs.
We forget about the outside and learn
As she leads us book explorations.
We stood on chairs when we read our poems.
Something about a different way to look at things
And sounding our voice over the roofs.
Plus, this is funny, she and others danced on stage.
It was pretty good for a woman her age
And we laughed together, the whole room.
“She sounds a bit crazy.” Hands taps the table.
Eyes roll with a grin. “Most teachers are.”
“But still no super powers,” Hands, palms out.
Eyes proud. “She changed my world.”
