Teacher

• Ann Mariam Joji, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

'Teacher' a word that takes me back to the start,
the start of the first day of school,
I tightly hold my mother's hand,
I was afraid to let her go,
but I have to, somebody held my other hand.

but I remember the times when she was there
for me,
through my tears, you helped me,
you're my best friend when you leave me,
my heat was broken apart

but still I love you through my heat,
if I am old, there will be a special place in my
heart for,
for you and your love