To a Teacher

 

 

A Flower for the Teacher – Winslow Homer

You were Michelangelo

and I was just a rock

that you breathed life into

You , my guiding star

through the darkest night

to gentle light of the word

The word that now makes me

breaks me and renews me everyday

 

© Priyesha K. Nair

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