TEACHER ANNE FRIEND (poem, 4-2-70)

She entered my life one lonely spring,

As a teacher who was always helping.

She asked me to come to school,

And use learning as a tool

To break the lid off my depression,

Freeing me from self-repression.

Her face dressed in a gentle smile,

Making me grin for a short while.

Goodness was reaching out to me,

From her angelic hands I would not flee.

It was on that day, I started leaning.

My hopes and dreams began returning.

We talked of things we saw or read,

On subjects both living and dead.

She made my days worth living,

From her heart she was always giving.

She earned my unfaltering respect,

And admiration for her intellect.

A superlative friend is difficult to find.

Once found she is difficult to leave behind.

Once left behind it makes me ponder,

Why could it not have lasted longer?

But all good things inevitably end,

So, I’m thankful for my teacher Anne friend.