'Teacher' - a word that takes me back to the start,
The start of my very first day at school.
I tightly clenched my mother's hand,
I was afraid to let her go.
But suddenly somebody held my other hand and all my fear flew 'cause there was someone to understand.
She wiped my tears and took me to class. It's when my grooming starts.
I understood that a teacher is the second mother I had,
For which I'm still glad.
I am glad that I lived under their guidance.
They taught me all, all they had. All the manners and values I have are just because of them.
In my growing life, they are the stem.
Like a tree, I have reached heights,
for my strength re-unites.
Teachers are my preachers,
They'll live in my heart forever.
For they have given me strength to endeavor.
They are my most precious treasure.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
POETRY FROM MY HEART.♡
PoesiaI love poetry. Since I started with Hight school and things was falling apart I wrote and couldn't stop. Now I do it all the time. Sometimes when I am happy I struggle to write...
