To a Teacher
There is a call
I hear it now
Yelling across the playground
Someone calling my name
Something familiar
There is a tone
I hear it now
Floating through the classroom
I've been told, and told off
My handwriting
Is too ornate
In my mind
And my heart
There is a deep voice...
It is the educator
That changed my life
That guided
Directed, listened
She was the word
She made the dull shine
Opened doors to sunshine
Steered and persuaded
So many like me
From dreamy dunces
To laughing live wires
She left a legacy
Of inspiration
Discovery -
Despair -
Recovery
Her gifts will never die