She noticed him the first day he walked into her room She quickly realized that he was different He was more quiet than most students She saw him writing in that worn down notebook So she began asking about his writing Slowly he opened up He wrote beautiful little stories She learned they were his escape from reality He had a horrible home life, and barely a future to cling to In every story she saw his secret; that he had hope So she stretched out her fingers And reached for his hand Because she knew that the boy had a talent That could be the key to his future When she saw him walk in and sit down She saw a door to an adventure Just waiting to be unlocked
My teacher knows I write, and loves my writing. She challenged me to write something in a teachers p.o.v. and to maybe include the lines "grasping for their hand". She has been trying to get me to enter to contests and try to do job shadowing. So she really liked this piece so I decided to publish it for you guys.