Why help a student? Why help me?
Help me because, I may not get it at home.
Help me because, I may not recieve love, or comfort from my own parents.
Where do I recieve those oh so important things?
I get it from the help of my teacher.
The help that shows care, love, hope, and pride.
As I float from one classroom to the next, I do not come alive until I hit this classroom.
No, not a classroom - a home.
A home full of love, hope, care, and pride.
A home willing to help during any day, any hour, any minute, and every second.
A home, that I am suppose to have with my parents.