My Teacher; Life's Memory

My teacher was the best! I had a troublesome childhood then, and she knew that. Being born with a disorder, hyperactivity. This disorder was just being discovered around this time, so doctors didn't really know how to deal with this at the time. Well, she saw this, and me failing miserably. Two of my teachers then, my English teacher and my woodshop teacher, saw deep within this equation and took a special interest to me. My English teacher handed me a dictionary one time and says to me, I expect a book report on my desk come Monday morning, and open it and read it, William, ok? Well, I didn't open it, cause I already knew what I'd was going to write. This was the report; It's a book that contained all the words in life, and every story ever told or said, just in raw form.

I got an A+ on that report because it was true.

My Teacher … Life's Memory

Sandy,

My Inspiration

Being life to me...                

life being to see...  

A memory,

my teacher.

Can you see?

Did she believe in me?  

A shadowed past,               

now standing there.

Marking place being,               

once being of life...  

It's true!

My teacher,

a memory,

that believed in me,

me for all things being,

she only to see in me!

Life being to see...                                           

being life to me...  

My,

what a memory,            

held in our hearts,    

bonded from their start.

My Teacher...

A memory,         

the fondest her being,

a memory.                

Being life to me…          

Life being to see...  

Life being in me...

Sandy,

Thank you,

for helping me grow,

for your education,

for your inspiration in me.

Best of Wishes,

William

| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr |

| Year Posted 2017, 2020 |

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