Rosarito Vera, Maestra

Rosarito vera, teacher

Blessed! little rosario
All the children she has,
Millions of little Argentines
Dressed as if in snow!

With hands dirty from chalk
You sow seeds of letters
And alphabets grow
In your heart, teacher.

I know the dreams you dream
Rosarito vera, your vocation,
Ask for a round of white aprons
In front of the mystery of the blackboard.

Your profession, what a beautiful profession,
Magic of the people in the classrooms.
Miracle of pottery
Morning smile.

Lines, sums, and subtractions
Your weapons are, little teacher,
Winning gentle battles,
Winning them day by day.