Attachments some would say
Partly I agree
But mainly you have all been 'mum's' to me
All you teachers
Being my mother was never your job
But you could see the pain I was in
A shy child unloved
With a mother hooked on drugs
All alone in this great big world
A small child with a damaged touch
Until you all reached out your hands
You taught me what was love
Shown me the world
Dealt with my problems
Always understood, never left me blue
Soothed me like a blanket torn right through
Helped me through school
With love extending beyond
Forever in my heart, sewn into my soul
Your faces and smiles enrich my blood
Make me feel brand new
Although you are all now not in view
Only in my life for a short amount of time
We had to move on, had to say goodbye
Tears would leave my eyes, I would beg you to stay
Still soon I would get another teacher to take your place
Being passed along, it felt so strange
A brand new teacher
A new 'mother' would be named
New qualities they would bring
Ones I've learned and carry within
I think about you all
Wonder where you are
Pray for you every night
Are you close by
Or moved afar
Happy or sad
Still alive in this world
Unanswered they will remain
I will remember you like it was the first day
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is very personal to me, I didn't have the best child hood- my mother was a drug addict and she was quite abusive so I felt like I didn't really have a mother. This meant that I looked up to my teachers a lot and they became a maternal figure to me
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Sensitive write S.
Yes thank you
A most touching read - I sense that you have pulled through even though the going can't be easy - you deserve all the best in life and I am sure it will come your way.
Thank you, life is difficult but I guess you just have to get through the best you can
My life is in its last quarter - yours is still at the beginning - you'll get through. Best advice I ever received was from my Dad - keep your chin up, shoulders back and be proud of who you are. But from your writings I guess I'm a bit late with this.
That is good advice. I am proud of who I am, my poems may be sad but that's only because I've been through a lot
Sounds like you had quality teachers . That makes a huge difference in a child's life . In America the quality is not static but up and down like a stormy sea . And the results show .
Yes luckily I did, it really does. Thanks for your comment
Very emotive write. Your teachers have given you not only love but strength, take that strength and move through life. Your life is ahead of you and enjoy every moment.
Thank you, yes I definitely will do
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