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To My First Teacher
To my first teacher,
It started with colors and sounds
to manners and practice
"Say thank you, yes ma'am, and no sir"
As time went on you'd teach me how to read
the hardest of words
and well,
try to get math through my head
From phonics to Physics
you were there
waiting
with a cookie and a gold star ahead
But I sit here and see
your skins aging faster and your voice grows
more coarse
and time soon will cease for you to teach me
any longer
I sit here, and realize
that as my first teacher,
you have taught me all your final lessons
except for the hardest one of all.
How to live without you.
Love, your granddaughter
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Last few words:
I wrote this while watching my grandmother go through stage 4 cancer and chemo treatments. So i've tweaked it a little bit but most of this is straight from the heart.
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Geezer
Wed, 2022-08-03 11:54
How beautiful...
I am going to assume that your grandmother has passed now, and so, sorry for your loss! I am facing pretty much the same situation. My mother who is 95 yrs. now, is on a slow and steady decline. She has lived far longer than we have expected,
[she has fooled us a few times], when we thought it was over, and rallied to have as much a good life in the nursing-home, as one might. I don't think she is going to make it this time. You have made me think about all the things that she has taught me and my siblings, and my nephew said it best; when she said that she has such beautiful, wonderful children and grandchildren. He told her; "It is because of who you are, that we are who we are." I know that you have written from the heart and it speaks to you and who you are, because of her. You have written a sad, but not maudlin piece; that shows a great deal of talent and compassion. Nice work. ~ Geezer.
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renae miller
Mon, 2022-08-22 02:10
Thank You so much
Thank You so much
Im glad the poem touched you, I honestly didn't think anyone would see it but I'm glad some people have found it and felt a certain way.
author commentRosewood Apothecary
Thu, 2022-08-04 06:26
My heart goes out to you
It’s such a difficult thing to watch. You captured a beautiful sentiment here and you’ve got me all verklempt here. It is a very moving poem, thanks for sharing.
Tim
renae miller
Mon, 2022-08-22 02:09
Thank You
Thank You
I'm glad you liked it. My grandma was an english lit teacher so in my POV it always makes the poem more sentimental.
author commentCandlewitch
Thu, 2022-08-04 08:05
hello,
my heart is full to overflowing, yet I don't know what to say to you. you have great and strong wisdom. may you both find comfort and peace...
*hugs, Cat
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renae miller
Mon, 2022-08-22 02:07
Hi, thank you for loving the
Hi, thank you for loving the poem, I don't hardly get on here enough so I'm just now seeing the comments people have left. It's been 2 years now since she's passed but this is one of my favorites I've wrote and I love sharing it with people so other people can know somewhat about her too. <3
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