Book of Poems

Teacher

You've taught me so much.

On that cloudy day in October,

you told me how to carve a pumpkin.

On that chilly day in December,

you helped me multiply polynomials.

On that rainy day in April,

you taught me how to play Palace.

On that sunny day in July,

you showed me how to dive into the pool.

And now, looking back, I realize

that you taught me so much more

than how to do this, or that;

you taught me how to love,

and you taught me that everything

within these few years

is about the memories.

Before I met you,

I thoroughly believed that you only dated people

to find the one person

you could call yours--

to find the one person

you'd marry

and spend the rest of your days with.

But now I know.

Now I know that everything I do,

it's not necessarily for what I get out of it

in the long run.

It's for the memories,

the experience.

It's for being able to tell my grandkids

an amazing story someday.

So thank you,

for being my teacher.