The Teacher

MARS.

A word like no other.

The world next to a mother.   

No matter how far away I go,

She always has me tethered

 

To my roots, my culture. I never forget

That horrendous day we met       .

A wee babby in his uniform, parrying

Away at first sight.

 

You carved every inch of a masterpiece

Which grew ever thankful to you.

Though never chanted,

Your sobriquet remains holy in mine heart.

 

Shall God bless you

And life bequeath its bliss

For you, are a soul…

Crafted to craft.

 

  • Author: MARS (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2020 23:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    GOOD MORNING MARS (Great Planet ~ Great Name) Welcome to MPS. It s an interaactive site which operates by reading & commenting on each others Poems ~ OK. My Husband Brian & I - are both Teachers. He of Applied Science & I of Physiotherapy. Teachers are (and always will be) an important & integral part of our LIVES. However at a Human Level we *Are All Teachers & Students* in t he *School of Life* ! Thanks for sharing. Please check our site - Thanks !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy
    Yours Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

    • MARS.

      Hey Ma'am, I really appreciate you for taking your time to read and respond to it. Maximum respect to your husband and you 💙 Keep learning and keep teaching!



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