Rosarito Vera

Well, look at that! Little Rosario
all the kids you have,
millions of little Argentines
clothed in white like snow!
millions of little Argentines
clothed in white like snow!

With chalk-stained hands
you plant seeds of letters
and the alphabet grows
patiently, teacher.

I know the dreams you dream
Rosarito Vera, your calling,
ask for a circle of white aprons
in front of the mystery of the blackboard.

Your job, what a beautiful job
magic of the people in the classrooms.
A miracle of pottery
smile of the morning.

Lines, addition and subtraction
are your weapons, little teacher,
waging gentle battles,
winnin' them day by day.