One Day

Thank you.
I know you probably don't remember me but we do see each other everyday. I guess you might know who I am but you might not remember that day you changed my thoughts. You lit a fire in the bottom of a hopeless kids heart.
And I thank you.
That one day when I got to class just a little too early and I caught myself again looking closely at some art hanging on the wall, and you caught me there once again because I swear I see you at least once a day. As I softly run my finger tips against intricate structures and wonder what I someday will make, then thats when you spoke to me. Simple.
" One day, that's gonna be your work up there."
Not knowing how to respond, you walked away quickly as if you wanted no response because I would have simply said "I wish." More encouragement from the art building janitor than any teacher has ever given me. And some nights, I have enough heart to believe her. Maybe there is hope in this hopeless kids heart.