I laughed when she said this. Not because she was wrong, nor because I disagreed, but because I consider myself a bit of poet, poet at heart, and I wasn't sure it was something I could pass on to my son.
Just for the record, a poet, to me, is not someone who has written some poems, but instead someone who can hear the poetry in things, like the wind.
I used to write poems all of the time, particularly in college. The last one I wrote and posted was this one.
The other day, a friend asked me to help her write a poem for a friend of hers. She gave me some information and I got thinking. In the end, I wrote two poems. Same notes, totally different style and feel. One a tear jerker, the other a bit lighter. She chose the lighter side. I guess in my old age I have become a sap because I preferred the first one. Either way, here they are....which do you like?
If a Teacher, Then a Friend!
If at first you were my Teacher, and science is what I learned
Then a grade was just the beginning of the Wonders that I earned
If second you were an officer monitoring those halls
Then I was Lucky to have you next me during all of those
Hawk Football calls
If next you were my Mentor, teaching not textbook but life
Then you had a hand in removing much of my high school strife
If you became like a Mom to me demanding that I never let my standards drop
Then I hope I showed my Gratitude by keeping them atop
If at first you were my Teacher the lesson planning had to end
Then the teaching really started when you became my Friend.
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ULTIMATELY
Some people called you Teacher and I suppose
that's what you were,
But to me you were Marksee,
or better yet, "Officer."
To some you taught science –
Biological, Physical, Earth
But, to me, you taught Life and helped me understand
The value of my self-worth
I could depend on you, no doubt, when needed
For life's important things, your advice was always heeded
Whether cheering on the Hawks,
or teaching me the difference between men and boys,
Or yelling at me for, instead of dancing, making too much noise.
Somehow, from Teacher, you became much more in the end
Mentor, Yenta, Mom- ultimately, my Friend
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