When I was eight, I met her,
For the very first time.
Her beautiful big eyes,
Curling long lashes, sigh,
When she looked at me,
I felt I was the chosen one,
When she smiled her big smile,
I felt more responsible than ever,
For her smile was the best,
Those sparkling white teeth and,
The cherry red lip color.
Oh and her perfect silky hair!
She was right out of my collection of dolls!
I adored her and aped her,
Walked and talked, just like her.
When I was eight, I wanted to be,
Like Mrs Rodrigues, my class teacher.
For the very first time.
Her beautiful big eyes,
Curling long lashes, sigh,
When she looked at me,
I felt I was the chosen one,
When she smiled her big smile,
I felt more responsible than ever,
For her smile was the best,
Those sparkling white teeth and,
The cherry red lip color.
Oh and her perfect silky hair!
She was right out of my collection of dolls!
I adored her and aped her,
Walked and talked, just like her.
When I was eight, I wanted to be,
Like Mrs Rodrigues, my class teacher.
Dedicated to my favourite teacher.
9 comments:
we all have a favourite teacher. Somehow that teacher shapes us when we are young. A dedication to them is the most sweetest and a honest thing we can do when we are grown up. And this was just that. A wonderful ode to the most wonderful person in your life. Nice
This is so delightful!
how sweet..even I remember I always wanted to cut my hair like my favourite teacher. all smiles.
What a beautiful dedication :)
Thank you :)
Yes me too :) all smiles :)
Thanks a tonne Christine !!
These words are so true and very kind !! Thank you so very much !! Yayy !!
would have loved to see Mrs Rodrigues old pic in black and white with you studying in class in colour...just the way you have started posting pics in your last few poems
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