The English Teacher, Mrs.Smith
I've known you
For half my teenage life
Do you remember the day?
I stepped in your door
Back in tenth grade
How I refused to talk
I had this idea in my head
That I didn't want to be bothered
By teachers that year
I didn't want to learn
About jobs
I figured it was
Just a waste of my time
You showed me different
You managed to put a smile
Upon my frowning face
The first day
I was in your class
Even if I gathered
Those dark clouds
Around my head
You'd blow them away
With that optimistic smile
And the energy you put
Into teaching us
Opens up
Something new
Within each of us
A desire to learn
I can't fall asleep
While listening to you
Or watching your body language
Though being funny
Isn't your only gift
When one of us
Is feeling down
You're always there
No matter what
To listen to us
Help us solve our problems
I feel
Over the past two years
You've become
Something Akin
To an older sister
Guiding us
With a gentle hand
Towards the road
We should travel down
I find that
Before this year
Even starts
I dread having to leave
Your room
More importantly
When I leave
I'm going to miss you
I don't know what
I'm going to do
When I get to college
Might be
A little to young
A little less
Unprepared
I know I can
Make it through
When I think of you
Inspiring us
To do everything
Encouraging us
To try new things
Work on our honed skills
I can't explain
Just how you do it
But you can connect
With every student
Like no other teacher
Within this school
Ever could

Well since I wrote a poem for Mr.B I didn't want you to feel left out or
anything, nah not really I just sat down near the start of school and just
started writing about you I don't know why but I'm glad I did, though this
will be like part 1 I'll finish a part 2 near the end of senior year, man
that's going to be sappy, all my poems this year ugh they're all gonna be
like sappy Mrs.Smish hurts that I'm not depressed hey think you could fail
me so I can have you for summer school too?