She was born to be a teacher
She has taught me
Toward educating and touching minds she reached
And she became you see
Not simply becoming a teacher or some pidgeon hole
Not just having that typical role with time in a career to kill
But entering the pressurized transformation into teacherdom
Capable of being austerly sever yet incredibly flexible
Loving the difficult subjects and students who messed
Drilling a hole in their heads and filling it with language
Being remembered as someone who cared about their progress
And seeing the fruits of her labour when it came to the tests
For love of teaching has ripened her nature
Wise as an elder in her mind, her skin barely older than a teenager
(for Maira)
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