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Dedicated to the teacher who helped me to learn who I am, who showed me the beauty in language, in music, in life, and who became like a second mother to me.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Family/Friendship - Words: 110 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3023479
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My Second Mother
Shakespeare never appealed to me
I never enjoyed poetry
Sophocles was a name I never knew
The brilliance of Chesterton, too
Everything changed when you showed me the world
Reimagined through the eyes of an artist
Music was something trivial, thought I
And there was no real beauty there
Respect for the voices of angels on Earth
You taught me – now it's vital as air!
Before you showed me everything
Really, nothing was important
I was no artist, no actor, no author
God's glories were not so apparent
I'll never forget how you brought me to life,
Defined me, and taught me to see
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