24th of May is day of Bulgarian alpha bate and teachers. The two brothers Kiril and Metodii wrote our ABC.

To my teacher by Tsvetan Dikovski traslated by Ann Wood

Outside is night, stars twinkle in the dark,
a stack of notebooks is still waiting.
In the eyes of fatigue reddened,
overhanging over the letters distorted,
childhood, clean,
drifting on snow-white sheets.
Again with love unfold both hands,
notebook - not dissolved heart
and as if between the white leaves
everything that is valuable to the world is collected.
The soul overcrowded follows,
what child how words speak,
and the errors carefully corrected,
but always give everyone a gift,
in the score on a tiny top,
with one heart open to everyone.
And when a new dawn meets you tomorrow,
you will again give your love
of ruffians with shaggy heads
and of virgins - slender beauties.
And you will teach them with spirit and light
of reason, of wisdom and of humanity.
And let the way go to the world,
manage to keep love!
Wherever they come after,
to keep your words,
what love they put into their hearts!
Because they are your children!


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Written on 2018-05-25 at 22:18

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Ken

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Ann. Good good teaches, are good gardeners - they plant seeds in to the good soil of good minds.