By Ethel Abraham
I love you dearly teacher
Who daily sets me right.
With calm resolve to love me
But never judge or fight.
You’re not afraid of asking
The questions that I dread
Because you know the answers
Are sleeping in my head.
You listen and inspire
And sometimes read aloud
Some words I’ve never heard of
Unless my head is bowed.
Like old friends sent to greet me
With lessons from afar
You aim a light into my heart
Just like a shooting star.
You part the clouds and wipe a tear
And loan me courage to turn from fear
I love you teacher, dear.
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