10 Short Months

A teacher can turn into your best friend.


It's not the class I admire, its the teacher.

She's bright, kind, and energetic,

like a newborn puppy on a sugar rush.

Her smile and laugh lights up the room

And fills my thoughts with joy.

When we talk, she's humble

like a child,

But speaks

like a mother.

Through thick and thin,

she's there for me.

She helps me,

cares for me,

and even entertains me.

A lovable lady,

And a great friend.

But soon the days will get hotter,

and the nights shorter, 

and I'll miss her forever.

Because it's hard to leave your kind- hearted teacher,

After what seems like 10 short months.

The End

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