Your class sits in silence,
Shocked over the news.
Spanish class won't be
The same without you.
If you taught me one thing--
And learning was my intent--
It's that one can speak
Spanish with a New York accent.
I balk at the idea of
Spanish class today;
Whoever takes your place
Won't teach in such a way.
The projects you gave us
Were fun and innovative.
We had chances to experiment
And get very creative.
We'll miss your "qué haces"
And "no quiero ver..."
Because you left us too soon,
But unfortunately, life's not fair.
You were loud and funny
And wherever we are,
Your students will remember
You, Señora Urdegar.
(Written in loving memory of Mrs. Ellen Urdegar, Spanish I and II teacher. May 1, 2012)
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Behind the Brown Stars
PoezieThis is a Never-Finish type of anthology; I will probably never publish it as a "finished" work and I will constantly be adding to it. This is poetry that just sort of happened. I hope you like it. :) Also, bold-italic font is an author's note.
