OK, so I've written another poem which I gave to my teacher on the last day of school. Here it is.
TO MY FAVOURITE TEACHER
The seventh grade has been a memorable year,
These tables, chairs, even the board have become near.
But the saddest parting today by far,
Is with the one whose memory no one can mar.
My favourite teacher on this earth,
Diamonds are much lesser than her worth,
She taught me how to multiply and divide,
In the fifth grade when I left her, I still remember how I cried.
And it seems that tears must once more be shed,
By me as I'm leaving the person who led.
She was always there for me when she was needed,
When I wanted help to solve my problems, she always heeded.
My second mother, who was always there for me,
She did so much for all of us that we didn't see.
And now the time has come for us to part,
Just remember, you'll always have a place in my heart.
Saigeetha Aunty, I'll miss you!
I hope that you'll remember me too.
With love from your very own
ABOLI
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dear Aboli
That poem is really touching.
This is such a touching poem, Aboli. She will definitely miss you too. And yes, she will remember you for many years to come; not many students can touch their teacher's heart like you do :)
Hey Aboli. I had no idea you wrote such nice poems...it almost made me cry. ( hey, that's a big thing!) Do reply to my emails if you have the time ok? I know exactly how you feel, I'm sure your teacher misses you for the same reasons! ~Srijanee
aboli,
dt was a reeeaaalllly sweet poem n it was sooooo touching!!
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