March 05, 2025

I came into your class knowing it all,
You greeted me, while I proudly stood tall.
I watched in amazement, your one act play,
You performed perfectly, for me each day.
 
I seemed to always have something to say,
You looked up, as I was about to say.
“I’m caught up with all classwork and homework”,
You asked, if I wished to show all my work.
 
I took my seat, a pop quiz greeted me,
You did not say, but your face said you knew.
I stared at my paper, filled with unknowns,
You called time, asked papers be turned face down.
 
I shared my thoughts with my friends after class,
You walked past me, knowing I did not pass.
I frowned at my grade, then I took a chance,
You listened, as I did my song and dance.
 
I heard you say what you would recommend,
You firmly said, what you say may offend.
I tried to hold back tears, anger and strife,
You stole what was left of my high school life.
 
I welcomed your offer, stayed after school,
You gave your time without losing your cool.
I left, with no choice, but to change today,
You stood by me, showing an improved way.
 
I recalled no matter how hard I tried,
You kept me focused, even when I cried.
I aimed for perfection in every quest,
You explained, all you wanted was my best.
 
I often reflect back to your lectures,
You helped me look past my imperfections.
I felt a slight spark of my light in class,
You showed me how to get the grades to pass.
 
I looked back, when I thought you won the race,
You grinned, as I now shined within your grace.
I completed my final high school days,
You cheerfully hugged me and offered praise.
 
I see the same boy coming to your class,
You saw my future through your looking glass.
I know, I wouldn’t be where I am now,
You did somehow but I still don’t know how.
 
I saw a grown man exit the classroom,
You always mentioned to me, don’t assume,
I finished a college degree or two,
You heard of everything I was up to.
 
I found out, years after graduation,
You rebuilt and reinforced my foundation.
I celebrated my success with you,
You were always the first one I’d run to.
 
I wished, I danced with you on your last dance,
You granted so many, a second chance.
I wished, I sang with you on your last song,
You shared your time, helping others along.
 
I asked for a date with just you and I,
You really wanted to know my why.
I struggled finding the right words to share,
You suggested, I start off with a prayer.
 
I did not want to give more platitude,
You deserved more than just my gratitude.
I hoped to stop by and thank you today,
You questioned me, with what I had to say.
 
I was too busy getting through today,
You guided my tomorrow, yesterday.
I shock everyone, when I say I teach,
You seemed to know; it was within my reach.
 
I delivered my daily assignment,
You arrived tardy, stirring excitement.
I greeted you, like long lost family,
You reciprocated substantially.
 
I saw the hands of time turn back some years,
You taught a lesson, my eyes filled with tears.
I reminisced, being in your classroom,
You told my class, about watching me bloom.
 
I realized now why my students laughed,
You presented what you choreographed.
I started singing and dancing with you,
You gleamed, as I taught my lesson anew.
 
I first heard the calling back in high school,
You reminded me, follow my heart’s rule.
I will be forever in debt to you,
You’re my why, I’m a teacher just like you.

 


 

 


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